Creative Writing at Sandal Castle
Poems from the Castle
The following are poems created by two schools working with the creative writing pack.
The poems are split into three verses: the castle in the living or medieval period; the castle during the Civil War or dying period, and the present. Each school has used the worksheets, the site, and the evidence on display in the Visitor Centre.
The Mount School, Year 4
Once there were
people cooking wonderful food
freshly-baked bread
venison and parsnip
roasting over a spitting fire
pig turning on a spit
masons’ chisels chipping away
grooms feeding horses, making their beds
music playing softly, loud trumpet
frothing beer on my tongue
men relaxing, carved gaming pieces
horses’ hooves clattering through the gates
Then there were
people falling, guns shooting
dead body in a deep hole
blood of dead soldiers
screaming women, arrows twanging
cannon balls catapulting into the castle
smoke, bitter like rockets on bonfire night
dead bodies smelling like vinegar
children whimpering as their mother dies
their dad fights
Now there is
deep grassy moat, stones lying in it
blocks of yellow and white flats
gleaming in the sun
trees behind the ruined castle
blowing in the breeze
wind rustling the trees, howling
trees waving
wind blowing against my face like an elephant
footsteps stomping on wood
strong wailing wind, cold breezy wind
tornado blowing me over
children chattering
just the wind blowing softly
Walton Junior School, Year 6
Once there was
blood, juice, oozing from succulent meat
cold feel of the stone toilet seat on my bottom
vegetables cooking in hot creamy stew
loud blare of trumpet
candle flame flickering, crackling, popping
scratching of spoons on bowls
sound of bellows pumped aggressively again and again
bustling people pushing through crowds
weight of chain mail
distant sheep bleating
stable boy grooming shining stallion
Then there was
smell of fresh blood on stones
dear friends blown to pieces, screaming final words
yell of a man, sharp blade in his chest
arrows flying over the castle wall
cries of a woman
cannon letting rip
crashing into the castle walls
crashing the castle walls to smithereens
smell of dried blood
gunpowder like fireworks
Now there are
trees huddled together
yellows, greens, browns, emeralds
air wrapping round my hand
warm sun tanning my skin
cold wind roaring over grass hills
cars like distant thunder
stony path rubbing against my shoes
distant spire of old brown cathedral
ancient stone of castle ruins
smart and straight at the front, rubble inside
smell of wet muddy dog fur
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