On Monday, Year 7 went to London to the London Eye and Tate Britain. It was a trip for art and English because in English we are studying Ekphrastic poetry.
First, we went to the London Eye where we were split into two groups which went into a pod each. The first few minutes were spent trying to find which way was north but later we realised it was written on the ceiling! The atmosphere in the pods was lively as everyone jumped around pointing out different landmarks. When we reached the top we realised how high we were and some people stepped back from the windows.
Once we were reunited with the ground, we set off for a 20 minute walk – accompanied by some tractors who did not refrain from using their horns – towards the Tate.
After being reminded to keep her voice down, Mrs Wood gave us an inspiring talk about a mural called ‘Requiem’ by Chris Ofili. The piece itself was dedicated to people who lost their lives in the Grenfell Tower tragedy in particular Khadija Saye, a photographer, who sadly died in the fire.
After a quick lunch, we walked around the rest of the gallery, filling our booklets whilst being told about the wonderful art by Mrs Willis. Mrs Forgeron also took us through the ‘Historic British Art rooms’ which really inspired us to write our own poetry.
Thank you to all of the teachers for organising this wonderful trip, which we will always remember every time we hear a beep!
By Beatrice and Seth, Year 7
A London Eye Experience
One frigid
Morning
I went onto the London Eye.It was
A pleasant, overwhelming experience. A resplendent,
Monumental thing that turned intermittently towards its
Doom.The London Eye daunted me at first-what a frightening sight!
Then, up close I realised it was just an innocuous wheel making its
Sluggish progress around and around and around…I
Wasn’t intimidated anymore. Then, when I went inside the spacious capsules and saw
A sight…
Of looming, majestic buildings such as Westminster Abbey which
Attempted to pierce the azure sky with its
Pinnacles which
Stuck out of each of the corners of the building-it seemed like an example of
Semi-gothic architecture which seemed ancient but displayed
Glorious splendour. Big Ben’s clock glistened in a tinge of attractive gold,
It stood proudly like a conceited, erect figure. I gazed in
Awe and in sheer wonder at these magnificent buildings. Then, I saw the
Complex structured Hungerford bridge with some long, steel cords
Connecting the bridge together. And there in the distance, the tall
BT Tower
Was
Isolated
In
The
Sky.
As it poked its head above a sea of short, runty, mundane buildings which
Were just a
Boring array of grey. Monochrome. Even more buildings such as the
Ministry of Defence and Scotland Yard look like bland buildings that were
Abandoned.It looked so plain and so boring compared to the
Palatial Houses of Parliament. Finally, I witnessed a peculiar building, the
Shard, which is impressive in the way it
Befuddles the mind- does it split in half at the top?
Or is it just a mirage?
The fascinating ride on the London Eye was about to end when a
Voice muttered:
‘We hope you enjoyed ride on the …’
I felt pity for the voice- it sounded so tired and haggard because it said the
Same, effortless, repetitive speech:
‘…we hope to see you soon’.
By Charles, Year 7