Our novel study this term is Chinese Cinderella by Adeline Yen Mah. It is a true story of Adeline Yen Mah’s childhood in China and tells of her courage and triumph over very difficult circumstances. There are a number of very powerful themes in the book which include, courage, loneliness, abandonment, and triumph. The novel evokes many emotions within us including fear, love, hate, happiness, anger, joy, sadness, excitement and loneliness.
Jessica Watson’s recent visit to our school highlighted a myriad of emotions which she too experienced in the course of striving for and achieving her dream.
Year 6 students have created some ‘Colourful Emotions’ poetry. To whet your appetites, a few poems have been published below. Many students will soon be publishing their writing on their own blogs and I would encourage all readers to visit the personal blogs of students to view their amazing poetry.
Betrayal is a murky green.
It tastes like chocolate mixed with a deadly poison
And it smells like fresh blood.
The sound of echoing footsteps
While the awful room with no way out,
filled with your nicest memories,
burns to small crisps.
The poison running through your veins,
eating at your lungs, brain and heart.
The sound of laughing
Quickly replaced with screams and crying.
By Rebecca W
Loss is black
It tastes bitter and cold.
It smells damp and dark,
Looks like a monster, hiding in the shadows,
Preparing to feast on your soul.
Sounds like the wails and cries of a child
separated from its mother.
Feels like you’re engulfed in darkness
and you’ll never be the same forever.
Loss is black.
By Ilana B
Tranquility is that vivid shade of azure blue
That you find in the sky on a warm morning.
It tastes like a light, fruity cake
Floating and cool, dissolving on your tongue.
The smell like cold, mountain air
Fresh grass with a tang of snow.
Tranquility is that gurgling
Wind brushing through pine trees
and steady drumming of woodpeckers.
The pale stream flows anywhere it wishes
Lazily floating around bends
Its beryl blue water is crisp and refreshing
But slips through your fingers all too quietly
Tranquility is that moment
That will not last forever
By Isabella B
Joy is bright orange
It tastes like a ripe mango with juice dribbling down my chin
Crunchie chocolate honeycomb melting on my tongue
It smells like mandarins being peeled
and the scent of citrus filling the air
It looks like ponies galloping in a grassy green paddock
It sounds like the innocence of children’s laughter
It feels like my pony nuzzling against me
and looks like a field of sunflowers with their face pointing towards the sun
By Kenya W