Creativity in ancient times

In this session we looked at literature from ancient civilisations, such as ancient Egyptian poetry and ancient Indian literature. We then created our own pieces set in ancient times.

Rat chat

by Caroline Jones

Who am I you may ask...in your pranked up scabeus tone
Who am I you may ask...as your fingers and toes turn to black

In truth I am a wearisome fellow but well-travelled
Ahh, the sights I have seen, yes eh, from Badagry to the fetted ports of
Lisbon and Marseille to the mank ridden alleyways of Amsterdam.
I seen it all and loved it, we fed well in that filth

And so, who am I you may well ask.

I’m not a ruffian as some might prattle
Nor a rascal or a clod pate
I seen what happens ‘ere in
The filth and mire, where bodies heap upon heap
In the clumsy tossing of lousy souls
The tide of humanity squelched and bloated in the river mud

No joy ‘ere in London brother

Best drink your ale and stand a pace lest these little critters,
what scratch and itch my flesh,
get wind of your fatted paunch, jumping ship
to suck your heated blood and nestle in your sweaty bosom

Cross my heart out and hope to die sirrah
The devil take thee!

A pox upon thee!

Love island

by Lolita Jones

Love Island is like a real place in the sun and moon. Who is like a real red light blue 💙 heart. And sweet dreams, man will be years old of love and sweet dreams wish would come back into be like what is coming up with love.

Taller

by Joao Godinho

My beloved wife, path to the stars that guide our children; my dutiful firstborn, pillar of a radiant future; Anuket, Menhit, Esraa, cherished daughters; and even you, my tiny one, yet to be and already in our hearts: a wondrous and frightful honour befell our family.

Our lord and prince Hemon has spoken, and my name was pronounced. Upon Khepri's rise in the Ajet, after the passing of twenty-seven floods, I am to lay the final stone and complete the sacred task. Our god Khufu will forever know the afterlife, as I will have my fate known.

In one single instant the gods will impart upon me the most wonderful blessing or inflict the most damning scourge. I am but helpless to evade my fortune, and so have faith that the gods are just and will pronounce unbounded virtue.

As we are servants, I beg you to join me in prayer; and a kiss from each one of you that I hope to share with the gods in joy and gratefulness.

And should damnation be my sentence, please grant me your full forgiveness. The memory of this compassion will be my only token while traversing the forever nothingness.

This is my goodbye and my hope, for I know that beside my family I stand taller than the mighty pyramid.