Previous Migrant Writing Class
Maketu author Angie Belcher presented the Migrant Writing
Class in Te Puke Library during Term 4 2020.
Here are a few lovely writings from our aspiring writers.
Dream
Delighted and sweet piece of life
Read, talk, eat, laugh. Love
Emotions bringing the joy of togetherness
A story teller, a time tunnels opens up
Memories flow in. Songs, music, dancing
By Yi Small
| I Love You (Acrostic) | Yellow |
| I come into a dream
Leaves fall before spring By BoQuing Liang | Yellow is the colour of summer
It tastes like sweet drizzling honey By Shanelle Henderson |
The Taekwondo Match
It was silent. I could feel all eyes laid on me. Goosebumps overtook my body and a nervous sweat escaped from my forehead. At last my opponent rises before me as if I was his prey.
The silence broke and the match began. Instantaneously, a fierce and vigorous kick struck my head, leaving a buzzing tone in my ears. The taste of briny sweat reached my mouth. Hit after hit, acres of pain filled me. But I was still determined to keep going. The clock rapidly ticked away. I suddenly felt a great urge of potentiality. An extraordinary wallop to the stomach and my rival dropped to the floor.
I ambled home with lustrous golden medal swaying from my neck.
By Shanelle Henderson
The Wedding
“Have you got a photo of the wedding?” My bedbound mother queries as she lays lopsided in the hospital bed. She reaches out and clasps phone, intently, silently, staring at the screen.
Smiling warmly she eyes the Kirpan, and comments in Punjabi
“Chungaa lug tha yaa kirpan bhai ya”
The solemn bride and groom sit cross legged, connected by the long customary soft, pink, sash cloth, which matches the grooms dignified turban.
The bride’s peachy pink kameez, shalwar and chuni (veil) covering her slightly bowed head. A maroon velvet shawl edged in gold elegantly drapes her left shoulder.
An attractive gold pendant rests on her forehead. The elaborate, traditional gold necklace, with matching dangling earrings defines this special occasion.
Behind the couple, family and wedding guests sit with bowed heads, in socially distanced squares.
By Unknown
| Senior Social Dancing | Storm |
| As I feel to hold the boys hands
As I feel that their hands are really stickie By Faliesha Small (13) | Grey, greyer, black, blacker, dark, darker
The sky is lower and lower By Yi Small |