Towers School's Poet Laureate
The Poet Laureates will be designing poetry for special occasions throughout the year. Watch this space and keep an eye on the Towers School Twitter feed for their future poems!
Remembrance Sunday by Kyle
We remember the day you left,
Pride of a nation bundled in your chest and
The weight of a thousand cheering souls hanging off your shoulders.
We remember the day you left,
The ambitious fear of failure looming colder
On your skin.
I remember straightening your uniform, feeling
The splintering threads run through my fingertips.
Before I held your hand, my only thoughts were stealing
You back from your intentions. From your fate.
All you did was laugh and whine,
That pearly heart thundered and shined,
Your passion sung louder than any word.
Your resilience dug deeper than any silver piece.
The moment you left, I pulled the memories from my mind,
Seeing my little brother safe and young again,
Held in my arms no danger no fright,
I thought I could defend you for all.
Your eyes let no single tear fall
You saw not a gruesome sight.
We remember the day your letter arrived,
The seal was soft and the smudged ink dried.
Our mother's face felt heavy in mourning heat,
And our father’s eyes dreaded the nauseous defeat.
But no. You were strong, you were brave,
You would revive our country; we were yours to save.
You stood strong with lightning in your head,
Blazing ashes of scarlet and grey hurtled towards you,
Nightmares crawling on their hands and knees to
Your freezing person.
But you stayed strong, your back to the open trench,
The frost only seemed to worsen.
The stability of your courage remained firm and clenched.
Your thoughts of home cut through your heart
As your eyes met ours in that crumpled picture mother gave you.
Fear? Panic? Flight? Nothing more than the end of your lead barrel.
Fragility? Patience? Fatigue? You had it all. You had a sterile
Optimism. Rain thrashed against your frostbitten skin
And failing thoughts began to creep in.
But you stood strong. Brother
We meet again. I stand above the sweating soil, icy water
Seeping into my shoes whilst my eyes are fixed on your cobblestone bed,
I use a new cloth to nurse your bruising
Yet My fingers only trace the remnants of your inscription, of your presence.
The blood on your blazer only drenching your flesh in
Desire to defend what you love. To defend our country.
We remember you. We salute you. We admire you.
Your fatal imprisonment sold us freedom.
You are gone, but always present.
You are safe.
You are home.
Remembrance Sunday by Lois
I do not know your name,
Nor for which battle you died.
I do not know your home,
Nor the tears that were cried.
I do not know where you rest,
Nor the promises broken.
I do not know your uniform
And your fears lay unspoken.
But, I know your spirit exists,
That your courage is admired,
And your sacrifice is honoured
By each soul that's inspired.
And I offer you from my heart
Thank you, to guardians unknown
For offering yourselves for us all
That we may keep freedom...
The Kaleidoscope by Kyle
The stitches still seemed fresh,
The event still seemed vague,
The bed still seemed cold and
The recovery still seemed hollow.
Casting my eyes out the open window, a hushing
Breeze bandaged my skin,
Like a sombre blanket covering
The past, soon my future, in the present back within.
Through the window bloomed charming caterwauling,
Flourishing in silk woven amber
Laced to the swooning sleeves of a single sapling
And christened by chirping children, who lumber
Across each fragile philosophy,
Differences divide, no queen nor pawn.
The bishops lost his corny crown, now tumbling in joyous catastrophe
Every piece grins, right and wrong no longer torn.
And the knights chanting with all his friends
of fiery colours he hopes never to end.
And The king cheers for celebration
Wishing this to be his coronation.
And the rook is launching flamboyant shrubs
Whistling in pride for gorgeous cherubs.
Every soul merged to one,
No less. No more. No rich. No poor.
Sparkling ambience sung alive and done.
Creating harmony, creating an addictive paradise, a state of awe.
As I stare out my hospital window, I feel no pain.
No stainless stitches, no hollow brain.
A smile wakes my heart and I no longer hear
The torturous pulse of my medical gear.
So embrace this cosy season. Let it be said,
That today we live, and tomorrow we dread.
Autumn by Lois
Every leaf speaks to me,
Fluttering from the autumn tree,
I’m but an autumn leaf upon the ground
A repent of all summer’s past,
The ember sun above me shines
To warm me on my bed of grass;
My golden skin,
Now paper thin,
Moves in rhythm with the wind,
And though I have no place to call home,
I still belong to where seasons roam,
Be it summer, winter, spring or fall,
Regardless of time of day,
Oh how I dance amongst a sea of souls,
Unafraid of change that comes my way,
And though the years may differ each time around,
I will forever be an autumn leaf upon the ground.