Writing poetry.

The students wrote poems today from their experience at the BKK market.

Here is a selection of their poems.

I walk in and look around.

All I smell and see is fish.

They flip, they flop,

then smack!

I run and run.

A wave of relief washes over me.

The next section is flowers.

Their scent fills the air.

When I see the light

of the entrance I feel happy.

I do not have to stay.

Molly

I walk in the BKK market.

I see cloth and pants.

I go deeper and smell stinky fish

and cut off frogs legs.

They smell disgusting.

I keep walking and see fruit.

They look delicious.

I walk further into the market

and feel like I am being watched.

I forget about it and keep exploring.

Bunleng

As I step into the market I see people buying and selling.

I walk further in and smell the fresh vegetables.

I can taste the food in my mouth.

I see the red bloody meat.

I feel myself stepping on mushy food.

I can smell trash lying on the floor.

When I step out of the dark market

I take a deep breath.

I feel the strong heat from the sun.

Moneth

I hear the rhythmic bang, bang, bang

as the shopkeepers knives rip through the meat.

I jump as live fish jump onto the floor.

They squirm and slowly die.

The sweet scent of flowers fills my nose.

All the wonderful colors market the market seem alive.

I see delicious, ripe fruit.

My mouth starts to water.

I slurp a bowl of noodles,

Mmm much flavor.

The comforting smell of new shoes

and stacks of neatly folded clothing

tumble to the ground

as a child grabs them.

The market is so full of color and life.

Ella

Walking through the market.

Smelling bad fish.

Watching them jump up and down.

Feeling like I might faint.

Every step made my heart jump.

Looking at some clothes but

felt a fish jump near my leg.

I wanted to run.

Where is the exit?

I relaxed and started to walk.

I wanted to go home.

I wanted Air conditioning.

Feeling hot and faint.

I stepped out to the path

I heard cars on the street.

Ready to go home.

Carlota

The fish wriggle like jelly

that has been hit softly with a hammer.

The fish jump on people’s feet and they scream

like a lady who woke up with a creepy doll in her face.

I smell the air.

It smells like a zoo.

I feel like fainting.

As people walk by their hair touches me,

like someone is putting a broom in my face.

I see the shopkeepers looking at me,

like they want me to come over and buy something.

I hear the seller’s talking loudly,

as if the person they are talking to is deaf.

I see kids running and then

stopping whenever someone passes.

I start to feel sorry for myself.

I pass the meat.

It is time to leave.

Helen

I knew I was going to regret it.

I step in and smell

something rotten,

something fishy,

something disgusting.

I see fish, dirty dishes and blood.

Meat hanging from a hook,

knives coated with blood, and the heads of fish being cut off.

I feel like I am being slaughtered.

I come out and it smells better.

Fresh air and a comfortable breeze.

Bun San

I walk in the market.

It smells like an old man’s armpit.

I walk past the fish.

It smells like a rotten egg that was left for many days

The people in the market are loud.

As noisy as a gorilla shouting.

I step out of the market and it smells better.

I breathe in the fresh air as I walk back to school.

Panhaboth

I smell trash, poo and smoke.

Feeling hot and sweaty.

Fat men are picking their noses

and scratching their bellies.

I feel stuffy and sweaty,

like I am in an oven.

We walk through the meat section.

I start to feel queasy.

I hold my breath as long as I can.

I put my head down.

Finally, we are outside again.

So much better than the stuffy market.

But only for a second.

Then it felt BLAZING HOT!

Ellie