In early February the English Department held the annual Poetry by Heart competition. Recordings were then sent off to the regional rounds and from there the national entries were selected. We have just had the news that Lola Thomson in Year 7 was the county runner-up in the Gloucestershire regional finals – for all of Key Stage 3. We are delighted but not surprised given her commitment, enthusiasm and energy.
Here is what the judges said:
- Poem 1: ‘The Hag’ – The Judges really enjoyed Lola’s lively but very well controlled and impressive recitation.
- Poem 2: ‘Russian Doll’ – Lola really inhabited this poem and gave a thought-provoking and admirable recitation bringing out the pathos so well.
Below are the poems that Lola recited.
The Hag (1648) Robert Herrick
The Hag Is astride,
This night for to ride;
The Devill and shee together:
Through thick, and through thin,
Now out, and then in,
Though ne’r so foule be the weather.
A Thorn or a Burr
She takes for a Spurre;
With a lash of a Bramble she rides now,
Through Brakes and through Bryars,
O’re Ditches, and Mires,
She follows the Spirit that guides now.
No Beast, for his food,
Dares now range the wood;
But husht in his laire he lies lurking:
While mischiefs, by these,
On Land and on Seas,
At noone of Night are a working.
The storme will rise,
And trouble the skies;
This night, and more for the wonder,
The ghost from the Tomb
Affrighted shall come,
Cal’d out by the clap of the Thunder.
Russian Dell (2011) Rachel Rooney
All you see is outside me: my painted smile,
the rosy-posy shell, the fluttery eyes.
A butter-won’t-melt-in-my-mouth-type me
But inside there’s another me, bored till playtime.
The wasting paper, daytime dreamer.
A can’t-be-bothered-sort-of me.
And inside there’s another me, full of cheek.
The quick, slick joker with a poking tongue.
A class-clown-funny-one-of me
And inside there’s another me who’s smaller, scared.
The scurrying, worrying, yes miss whisperer.
A wouldn’t-say-boo-to-a-goosey me
And inside there’s another me, all cross and bothered.
The scowling hot-head, stamping feet.
A didn’t-do-It-blameless me.
And inside there’s another me, forever jealous
who never gets enough, compared.
A grass-is-always-greener me.
And deepest down, kept secretly
a tiny, solid skittle doll.
The girl that hides inside of me.