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Creative Writing
Sonnet: Viola
Of all the ships on all the oceans deep,
‘Twas our vessel snatched beneath the waves,
Through rolling tides I fought and fled cold sleep,
Tempest and wind the path of fortune paves.
But half my soul is in Elysium,
My twin transcended heaven with such haste,
Though I beg and falter for him to come,
I fear my burning hope is all for waste.
So I must strip the woman from my face,
Imprint instead the blush of youth kissed boy,
And sing before the Duke with easy grace,
Caress my cheeks with tears of supposed joy.
I’m sat like Patience on a monument.
Courting sickens; his touch is all I want.
Amy Brandis Y13
L’image le plus emblematique de
Londres: l’avez-vous vu?
Catrin Williams Y10
