Year 9 students Joshua G, Grace S, Romilly S and Olivia P, took part in the first ever ‘poetry slam’ of the 2016 Budleigh Salterton Literary Festival – held between the 15-18 September.
A poetry slam is the competitive art of performance poetry. It puts a dual emphasis on writing and performance, encouraging poets to focus on what they’re saying and how they’re saying it. These performances are usually judged by selected members of the audience or by a panel of judges.
The four Colyton students – all aged 13 – were first tutored by professional poetry slammers John Paul O’Neill and Maddy Sakahini. The participants worked in pairs to compose a poem with the aid of a given stimulus.
Joshua and Grace were the overall winners of the Budleigh Salterton Literary Festival Poetry Slam – performing in front of over 150 people. Romilly and Olivia also did a super job with their poetry and performance.
Mrs Bean said: “I am tremendously proud of all four students involved. They worked very co-operatively and imaginatively, produced some stunning poetry and conquered their nerves to perform confidently and with feeling.”
By student reporter Safi L
Here is the winning poem about two people in different places and times, who are linked together by a painting that depicts the sea, called the “Wild Storm”. They each have different futures ahead of them: one character is an old man, whose life is set in the past. After a long and fulfilling life as an artist, he drowns in the same ocean he always loved to paint. The other character is a young girl whose life is set in the future; in this world, art and creativity are forbidden, and the outside is an idea as insubstantial as a dream. However, these people, linked through the Wild Storm painting, realise they are not afraid of change:
The sea will always carry me home
The tides will take me where I belong
Old writing, from centuries gone,
writing made in smooth strokes by artist’s cracked hands
The waves will break against the rocks; the cycle will continue forever
This painting is my window space;
who knows what the Outside really looks like? Who would want to know?
The waves are here to calm our fury;
I know the outside holds no dread
A wild, tossed-about ocean,
sunset gleaming on the horizon, dark clouds rumbling in the sky
The comfort of
A thousand rippling rays
The painting is beautiful, studied in schools, yet forbidden to those who know how to dream
The waves are free,
Unconfined and unrestrained
I turn away and dress myself
In uniform attire
the waves take me with them, their power forced upon me, and yet I trust them still
I am radiant on the outside,
One cannot capture the beauty;
the sea cannot be painted
But the Wild Storm painting is another kind of Beautiful; unrestrained, powerful, free
lost forever in the eternal moment
of blissful infinity
Who knows what lies outside,
but I am not afraid
There is a certain beauty
in what we don’t know
My guess is that it will be
Another kind of beauty entirely