and Gawain has probably been sidelined already...he has had adventures, we haven't!
An exciting and damp day at Wycoller Country Park has given our "narrative poem"project a big boost with ideas about places where adventures might happen, characters we might use and encounters that might befall our heroes. Our aim is to create a story-poem whose process has encouraged children to extend their vocabulary, to enjoy poetry with rhythm and alliteration but not worrying about rhyme, and to meet other ways of structuring stories. While our story develops a musician (Hannah Kidd) and Ruth Evans, a textile artist, will both work with the groups to take the story into othe rmedia. In a couple of weeks we'll go back to Wycoller Country Park and tell the story in public for the very first time....
Everything is still open, but we thought you might enjoy some of our first images and ideas....
We scribbled ideas onto sheets and had a washing line of pages that we could move around which was fine as long as it was sunny! Our aim is to write a collective adventure poem, set in roughly medieval world and using the places we visit, the things we find and our own wild imaginations...
The beginning of the adventure, maybe?
A cloudy, rainy, stormy day
When only ducks and slugs are
out
Dripping rain, dripping
children
Soaking through their shoes
But a day hoping for rainbows
Characters we might use
MEN-AT-ARMS
Knucklehead knights,
Strong and brave with sword
and spear and shield
Mighty, magnificent
men-at-arms
With mace and mail and
morning star
Monkeys or mammoths on their
shields.
Quiet as moths and mice and
mean as midges
They serve the King and Queen
of the Woods
And are not very bright
The Wycoller landscape gave us settings...
RUINS
The rugged rocky ruins,
Old, ancient and rough
Thin windows, huge fireplace
that will hold
A whole company warm
Or roasting
TREES
Tall trees grow in those
woods
Towering, toppling, tumbling
trees
A tangle of leaves and
branches and bark
Old, old trees and new
saplings,
A world of green and brown
There are children in the
trees
They hid in the leaves
Under the leaves
For so long, for too long
And they became green and
As
secret and silent as the trees themselves
Partners in the adventure:
with funding from the Clore Duffield Foundation
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