Here are some further contributions from workshop participants…
From Immy, aged 10, the youngest participant in our Creative Writing Workshop.
Immy bravely serenaded us with a lovely song about the ship-shaped sundial, and then impressed us further by reading us a story, ‘The Globe of Puzzles,’ about the jigsaw-puzzle globe. Her contributions are below.
Thank you, Immy!
The Sundial Song
I’ve felt the summer sun
Felt the leaves a falling
Seen the world in winter
Seen the darkest night
I’ve been everywhere on the earth but not in Heaven
The Globe of Puzzles
by Immy age 10
A boy called Joe who was 8 years old walked down an abandoned mine tunnel. He walked down the tunnel and found a dead end; he saw on a rock shelf a globe that was made of lots of pieces to put together. He was amazed by the varied colours and the great countries that covered the earth, so he put it together and a voice said in his head how to live forever…….
From a few of our (adult) participants:
Alex wrote about the ship-shaped sundial as well. I especially love how Alex read about the history of the sundial on the website and worked that into the poem, whilst also taking an imaginative leap from that information into the unknown:
Samuel’s sixteenth ship sundial
The man took the ship in the palm of his hand
A beam of light fell on the brassy shape
Telling the time, spelling the state of the day.
Almost 450 year ago Samuel Fox took up his
Instruments, finely sharp and carefully kept
And engraved his initials SF on his sixteenth ship sundial
Ordered by a doctor in Plymouth who wished
He’d gone to sea as a boy.
Who lived in a tall house on the Hoe looking south
Who liked to use arithmetic to sharpen his wits
Who walked with a limp,
Who coughed on damp days.
He would need spectacles to see the fine lines
That Samuel engraved in his workshop in Greenwich
Watched by his apprentice Tom.
The doctor would keep his sundial in a velvet bag
Drawn up by a silken cord. Kept in the third drawer down
On the left of his desk looking out over the water.
Each of Samuel’s ship sundials was slightly different
This one – a chubby shape, with a stocky mast –
Would sail through centuries, lost in a sea of
Where next, what next?
Snug in its high and dry, safe and sound place.
Here is a piece from Simon, who wrote about the puzzle globe (and also gave excellently evocative readings of this and our gold coin example):
The world puzzle
The world was split: brutally, along lines of latitude and radii that ran through the Earth’s core. It lay, set out, upon the table, a dissected planet. The divisions ran sharply across continents and oceans, cuts of a geometrical sphere that ignored geography and tore over the structures of the Earth’s surface.
Somehow, gradually, the detail began to creep inside. Line-tendrils from the surface began to snake into the interior, crawling across the blank surfaces of the raw partitions. Slowly, with muted colours resembling those of lichen, the confusions of the surface crept into the Earth’s interior. A great elephant appeared at the Earth’s core. From America, a vast tree grew into the interior, and on it sat a Native American, talking to a monkey. Last of all, the writing appeared, fitting between the spidery pictures and explaining them. The barren Earth was filled with vegetation, people, and descriptions; the puzzle had solved itself.
Thank you everyone for your contributions! Most impressive!