Year 13 students wrote their own poems inspired by Carol Ann Duffy’s Rapture.
Your Voice
Your voice, like a river,
Baptising me,
Slowly sending signals in small drops,
Running down my cheeks.
The air, like your breath,
Ruffling trees, to and fro, whispering in my ear,
Songs of love filling me with fear,
Aphrodite envying Psyche.
Wreaths of carnations,
An echo of our love.
Constanza P, Year 13
Waiting
Alone, I count the days, hours, seconds,
Trace the slow, circular passage of the loading screen wheel
Chasing Hope and tracing Time
across the the hopeless, lifeless fields of Asphodel.
My mind chases its tail and swallows it
A Ouroboros devouring itself
A task fit for straining Sisyphus. She hasn’t called.
Refresh. Refresh.
Drink deep of bitter memory
Long for the Lethe
as I read my old attempts to connect.
Left me on read.
I wish the wheel broken.
I wish to hear her voice.
Refresh. Refresh.
Alvaro R, Year 13