Today we used a strategy called slow writing to help us structure our poetry writing on creating images in natural disasters. Please read through our poems and see what you think.

Price of the famine

Staring, amazed by the sculptures, I see the agony of their suffering.
Life is fading.
Their desperate faces haunted me; my stomach plunged into my shoes.
Have you ever imagined how much they have suffered?
Desperately, their heart yearns for food, they know every footstep is getting weaker.
The life ebbs away from them like water down a stream.
On the outside they looked as though they could make it, however on the inside they knew it was no
use.
The mother, who was clinging onto her dead baby, gazed into blankness…

By Kayban Abraham