On the 2nd of October 2021, residents and visitors of all ages joined artist Tony Crosby and Story Republican Jo Lumber to play with words, create their own poem and concertina book. It was a wonderful and inspiring day. Below you will find some of the writing created inspired by their book covers and words from the Word Jars.
I dive deep underwater. I wear an oxygen tank on my back, to help me breath through a mask in my mouth. I look behind and see a big, silver shark. I think it is trying to follow me. I think it wants to eat me.
On Birdy Day I heard the beep beep sound of a multi-coloured bird.
It went beep beep beep in the underwater street,
As I went in search of a hard to find word.
I swam and I saw a green dart-like fish.
I took a picture of its wings and I made a wish.
I wished for a red meadow of gleaming, orange fish.
Then the fish squirmed like a worm on a hook
And was seen by the beep beep bird, who took a good look.
The beep beep bird soared through the sky
And ended up in this book.
A million years ago there were three dogs called Cleo, Galaxy and Rose.
Cleo was very active, loved running after a ball. Galaxy liked eating snacks, especially Galaxy chocolate bars, and was always on another planet. Rose liked to sleep, snooze and rest. Her favourite place was under the rose bush.
Cleo was chasing after a Galaxy bar ball, a supersonic cosmic snack. It bounced up, it bounced down, it bounced left and right. It rolled into Rose. It bounced and landed on her tummy and woke her from her nap. Rose barked so loudly that Galaxy heard her from Planet Hungry, where she was scoffing Galaxy Bites. Galaxy smelled the sweet, lovely, melt-in-the-mouth scent and bounded towards it. Cleo was still running after the ball as Galaxy leapt over Cleo and landed on Rose. Suddenly Cleo crashed on top!… To be continued…
Clownfish is my favourite kind of fish. Its whole body is orange, a dark orange, and a bit like a real orange that you eat. Its black stripes are like zebra stripes and it’s got a little white, like a polar bear on the end of its fins.
I put on my trainers, my skating trainers,
With silver stripes and dark pink shapes,
Dirty white soles and shoelaces as black as the night sky.
I slide on my kneepads; I pull and push the Velcro straps.
Onto my head I push my helmet, with air holes and chin clip.
I pick up my board, it tucks under my arm.
And I carry it in a special way so I don’t make a hole in my clothes.
I sit on the sofa with Solomon and I wait for my sister.
There I am, knee padded, head protected, trainer ready.
Long time passes, I wait, I wait and I wish to skate.
Hurry up Poppeeeeeee!