Previous Migrant Writing Class

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Previous Migrant Writing Class

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.


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
Over a lake birds fly
Village in the morning
Everywhere I feel happiness
Years which have not been, await
Owners do not need anything
Until the sun brings another wind.

By BoQuing Liang

Yellow is the colour of summer

It tastes like sweet drizzling honey
Looks like a garden of daisies
Smells like fresh lemonade
Makes me feel a sparkle of happiness

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 DancingStorm
As I feel to hold the boys hands

As I feel that their hands are really stickie
As I look around I can see that everyone is feeling really odd around the boys
As I felt that I was nervous around all of the boys
As I smell, people working so hard that they are sweating
At first I felt really odd, weird, nervous dancing with boys but
I realised that it is not about asking them to go out on a date
It is just all about dancing with them.

By Faliesha Small (13)

Grey, greyer, black, blacker, dark, darker

The sky is lower and lower
Dizzy, heavy and hopeless
Deep down from the bottom of heart
The sky is lower and lower
The sea is closer and closer
Deep down from the bottom of heart
Calm, calmer, wave, waver, jump, jumper
The ocean and the sky horizon from the far
Sea pushes higher and higher, overwhelming, overwhelmingly
The hopelessness of the dark storm from far to near
Grey, greyer, black, blacker, dark, darker

By Yi Small