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Mayals Arts News

Art work made by Year 5 based on Marc Chagall following a day with poet Phil Bowen.
Class teacher - Helen Tyler

 
Poem Inspired by Marc Chagall

Wooden houses, heated stoves,
Candles become moons.
When darkness came
My lamp burned and I with it.

I like to look with my soul,
Love filled my heart
Then went dark.
Love is the true colour.

I had to be reborn
To wipe the tears on my eyes
Before I die.

I am imagining pictures from
Fifty to sixty years black,
For me school doesn’t count,
Painting matters.

I spend days doing;
Thousands of brush strokes.
How could I have been born here?

Zoe Price

Classroom display 1

 


Classroom display 2
Poem Inspired by Marc Chagall

I was alone in my workshop
Thinking of only a fantasy world,
But what could you say,
It was beautiful.

I must give it life,
Give it the music of Mozart,
Words flowed out of my mouth
Almost choking me.

Candles become moons!
Love filled me
Then there was darkness,
Shadows fell on a glass eye.
What do I bring to matter?

I worked to bring happiness to people,
I put my heart into it,
The light of pains.

Mia Springer.


 

Poem Inspired by Marc Chagall

My lamp burned and I burn with it,
The light flickered through the night
As I sleep by the fire place.
The wind whistling through the opened window
Making the cat scram the pillow.
My hair messy and scruffy as can be,
The clock ticking while I dream,
Paper all over the place.
Dreaming about how it will be tomorrow.

Jessica Williams.

 

Classroom display 3

 


Classroom display 4
Poem Inspired by Marc Chagall

Stain glass seems so simple
Only here light permitted the work.
While painting stained glass windows
I put my entire heart into it.
It must give life
Those depths of tone,
A quiet day in the studio.

My lamp burned and I with it.
The chairs grew bored.
Out of the window
Blue stars and a violet earth
Follow the shadowbird,
Candles turn into moons.

It is so beautiful here.
My uncle is playing the violin.
Roofs can shelter lives,
A cosmic meadow with sacred cows.
God is not permitted or sun.

Joshua Thomas

 

Poem Inspired by Marc Chagall

As I walk through the woods
I look to earth, then to sky.
I see with my hands and not my eyes,
My dreams and fantasy.
Love is the true colour, the true matter,
It is all I can think about.
My eyes turn in,
Words flooded into my mouth
And music into my ears,
Dizziness in my mind,
Angels talking.
I could not see,
All went dark before my eyes,
I took another path,
It was terrifying.
I took flight through good, then evil,
My eye sight was returning
And I found myself in the same spot
As I walked through the woods.

Rebekah Hunter.


Classroom display 5

 


Classroom display 6
Wooden house made with stones.

Taps grew dim and the chair went dim,
My lamp burned and I went dim.

Farmyards of animals.

The synagogue burns,
All went dark before my eyes,
He was sharing his life.

Love is the true colour,
I look with my soul,
Love filled my heart and all went dark.

Light burns the darkness,
It weakens by the day,
Soon it will vanish
As light runs away.

I look with my hand
And not with my eyes
And I paint with my soul.

All went dark before my eye
When my love died
And I had to be reborn
To paint again.

Jacob Bott.

 

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