2022 is the International Year of Glass
KS3 Poet Laureate - Lilia Stone
Tiny sand grains,
Which are silica crystals and rock remains.
Bunch together shoulder to shoulder,
Minute by minute getting older and older.
The process begins, with the sand at the start,
The heat gets added, the first part.
Slowly it gradually rises in heat,
Then the making of glass is almost complete.
As the liquid cools down,
It turns into glass, clear all around.
It can be moulded until it's hard,
Until it's dropped; it smashes into shards.
Smooth, reflective, clear and more,
Light bounces off onto the floor.
The sand from rocks eroded away,
Now glimmers brightly in the light of day.
KS4 Poet Laureate - Lois Knight
The Year of Glass
Reflects the past and all that shines right through,
Whether that’s a goal, achievement or
Something you found
There's a story of me and of you.
A story doesn't have to be told to be heard,
Nor seen in the spotlight of the moment,
But a reflection in the eyes,
or transparency of a soul.
The year is your own component.
KS5 Poet Laureate - Kyle Walshe
River of a Glass Goddess
I know you hear my voice,
Through iron choice may be so
But my voice, to you, I know you know
Do you still watch the flowers pass?
From bloom to lush
To Perish and Dust
How about the streaming tide
Of my open heart you took refuge inside?
Do you see the colours of a falling man
Along the lone valley of this soul?
Your tongue as a breeze
Whilst these tender words
Ease from your chest like a cherub bird
In clearest grey.
Flying, flying, further away.
The field becomes no more than the plague
I miss you, don’t leave me this way!
Now, poultry of skin crawls out the moss
With hungered beasts. Turning and tossing
In my bed, I hear your voice once more
Don’t make a sound, just lock the door.