Creative Writing
The Enchanted Casket
I will place in my see-through chest,
The flip of a dolphin’s tail in a tropical zoo,
The breeze of a cloud on a warm summer’s day,
And the thought of a genius on a Monday morning.
I will lock in my haunted casket,
The darkest thought from a devil,
The end of the world imprisoned for all time
And the worst of storms on the worst of nights.
I will preserve in my colourful trunk,
The happiest dream from the happiest of nights.
The golden sun glowing in all its glory,
And the first ever tweet of a baby bird.
I will keep in my locked chest,
My sister as angry as a bull,
My grandmother’s bad heart which is failing her,
And the ninth life of a cat’s heart.
I will put in my worn-out box,
The heart of a ferocious lion trying to kill,
The bone of a fine gazelle,
And I will place the planet to save it from the darkness of the human race.
Charlie Gill 6B
The Casket
I will put in the mystical casket
The spark of lightning from a raging storm,
The crackle of fire burning in a cosy fireplace.
And a sample of future technology soon to be used.
I will put in the magical casket
A baby dragon newly hatched,
The whitest cloud in the purple sky
And screaming wind soaring through the whispering air.
I will put in the enchanted casket
Snow from a cold winter’s day
Fire from a burning candle
And powers from the greatest superhero.
My abnormal casket is created from fire, water, crystal and platinum
With Brazilian football skills in the corners.
Its hinges are made from electricity.
And the lid is made from the purest steel.
I will put in my bewitched casket
Lasers from security systems
Magnetism from compasses
And the greatest memories ever..
By Kevon Alexander 6B
I will put in my box
A roaring lion which roars across the night,
From a dark den where there is nowhere to go
The tip of a tooth touching a tongue.
I will lay in my box
Different languages from all the countries,
From a book of all the countries
On every page of the book.
I will set in my box
A jungle in the middle of nowhere,
Where a tiger tiptoes around the trees
On huge green leaves.
I will place in my box
A big black football to kick on a pitch,
Where so many fans are cheering
Next to my players passing to me.
I will deposit in my box
An ancient god in an ancient pyramid,
In the middle of big yellow sand,
Near the peaceful blue ocean.
I shall swim in my box
In the middle of the massive Pacific,
The land of a sunny beach
The colour of the yellow sun.
Anthony Jacobs 6S
I will put in the magical box
The finest, rarest gem of all,
Sprinkles of frost, straight from the hands of Jack Frost,
And my precious pet piglet, named Scarlet.
I will place in the extravagant casket
The brain of Einstein to give it extreme cleverness,
Santa Claus’s short yet active elves,
And the sparkling fin of a fresh water fish.
I will lay in the wonderful trunk,
The breath-taking views over the Grand Canyon,
My unopened birthday present,
And a bowl of sugar to give it sweetness.
I will set in the grand chest,
A grill to give it warmth,
An iceberg to keep it cool,
And a ‘Chicken Legend’ burger to cure its hunger.
My amazing box is fashioned from the finest platinum,
With my initials engraved in the centre.
Finally, I will put in the magnificent box,
Memories from the past,
Thoughts for the future,
And the love of my family.
Parth Gundi 6S
I will place in my pencil case,
The day I said my first word,
The wonderful smell of a rainforest lily,
And the exquisite plumage of a male peacock.
I will position in my pencil case,
The massive skull of a T-rex,
The beautiful bird of paradise,
And the camouflage of a chameleon.
I will lay in my pencil case,
The funniness of a colony of meerkats,
The two fangs of a gaboon viper,
And the wonder of having friends.
I will put in my pencil case,
The gold of Tutankhamun,
The casts from bigfoot’s feet ,
And the howl of a werewolf.
My pencil case is fashioned from
Iridium that looks like
A Jaguar with emerald eyes
And a zip which is created from dragon claws.
Nic Baxter-Brand 6S
I shall deposit into my enchanted box
The first of the pattering rain,
Lightning struck from the sky,
And the jaws of a newborn jaguar.
Set in this box of thoughts
Are my first words,
The glisten of a supernova,
And the sparks of fireworks.
Grown in my breathtaking box,
The perseverance of Martin Luther King,
The glory of proud lions,
And the stripes of a ferocious tiger.
In my heart-moving box lies,
The medals of the men lost at war,
Reminiscences of my ancestors,
And the bruises of my pride.
Fashioned on my box of pleasure,
Is the eye of a tiger,
Corners coded in Greek,
The last remaining flicker from my candle
And my final hopes for the future.
Temi Talabi 6S