Tag: Penair School – Creative Club – Project Lead David Coad

Book 14 Published June 2020
Cornish Books

Lost Thoughts by Penair School Creative Club

Lost Thoughts

one, two, three
broken dreams and shattered memories
searching desperately for a means of escape
we need to be set free
four, five, six
time ticks on and we’re stuck inside our heads
trapped on this mystery track to nowhere
someone set us free
seven, eight, nine
a spark of vivid imagination
endless pain released like butterflies
an idea, a thought, a memory
ten, eleven, a dreamlike state of mind
ink on paper, pain on canvass
wandering out of reality
eleven years of lost thoughts

by Ruby Tinson

Book 9 Published June 2016
Cornish Books

Our Imagination – Penair School Creative Club

Autumn

Kicking through the fallen leaves
Taking in fresh air
Walking under endless trees
Wind flying through my hair

Waking up to darkened skies
Scraping out of bed
Getting dressed while rubbing eyes
I’m such a sleepy head

Finally, the time has come
To go outside again
Autumn is my favourite time
But winters come instead

by Tara Mulvey

Book 8 Published May 2015
Cornish Books

Painted Dream – Penair School Creative Club

Voices
I sat and stared with tear filled eyes
A part of my heart gone
My voice rises up in song
A golden ribbon flying the skies
It dances around with the tune
As it rolls down the valley like mist
Then it rises again in a fist
Then it stops and goes, just as soon

Book 5 Published November 2012
Cornish Books

Growing Together – Penair School Creative Club

Butterflies

They fly away from the old life to fly to a new life
there old life was so boring, they only ate leafs
now they get to do whatever they want to do
they are pretty in the sunlight
and they sit on flowers
and then fly away
to a new journey
again and again

Book 3 Published October 2011
Cornish Books

Being Creative – Penair School Creative Club

Painted on strings

A view through my fingers
painted in notes
melody of colour
dripping from my fingers
onto a blank canvas
the rhythm of my life
flowing through my fingers
drifting above and below
weaving round and around
moving those around me
touched by the magic from my fingers
painted on strings

by David Coad

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