Talented Young Writers
Talented Young Writers
- Fri, 22 Apr 2016
Foley’s pupils can be congratulated once again on their recent success in the annual inter-school creative writing competition organized by Highgate School, Nicosia.
Pupils from Years 1 (Infants 1) to 9 (Form 3) participate in this competition every year, where the two strongest pieces of writing from each year group are selected by the teachers and then sent off and entered into the competition.
This year, the titles were: “A Day Without Money” for Years 1 and 2 (Infants 1 and 2), “About Time….” for Years 3, 4, 5 and 6 (J1 to Prep) and “Look Inside” for Years 7 to 9 (Form 1 to 3).
A winner, commendations (runners up) and special mentions (where pupils reached the final) were awarded in each year group, as well as an overall Promising Young Writer award for one competitor.
We are very proud to announce our results:
Promising Young Writer award: Iolanthe Georghiou (Year 7)
Winner: Zoe Tappacos
Special mention: Christina Papapieri
Special mention: Klementina Kitiri
Winner: Ariadne Hatzis
Special mention: Hoda Farah
Winner: Anastasia Serghides
Commended: Andreas Kashiouris
Commended: Egor Khokhlov
Winner: Iolanthe Georghiou
Commended: Lynne Mokbel
Commended: Oliver Geddes
Special mention: Valeriya Stepanyants
Winner: Keziah Chavez
Special mention: Abigail Thompson
Piece written by Iolanthe Georghiou (Form 1)
He passes by the window of every car
Walking up and down the road, it’s never too far.
In his wrinkly hand, he grasps a cup
He knocks on the windows; people hardly look up.
Through rain and snow, you’ll see him walk
Begging, begging, but he’ll never talk.
He simply holds out an arm, blue from the cold
Wearing a ragged hat which needs to be sewed.
His eyes shimmer, they gleam and glow
And a glimpse into the past, they show
A flashback showing loss and pain,
Something changed; he would never be the same.
He was once prosperous, a man of success
But the light in his life soon faded to darkness.
The war hit his country, stole his wife and kids
Depression soon reached him, for freedom he bid.
He fled to our country, hoping to find work
To start a new life and clear the murk
Which blocked his sight from the happiness of life
He wanted his family, his kids and his wife.
But with nothing to eat, he was doomed for sure
Locked away was his hope behind him an impenetrable door.
He was unwanted by the world, neglected and forgotten
Like a very old apple, rancid and rotten.
“Look past my rags, all torn and gashed
My hopes and my dreams have all been smashed.
Look further than my begging, I’m so ashamed
I never thought I’d be doing this, I am not to be blamed.
Look past my dirtiness, the dust which sits upon me
This is not who I am; who I long to be.
Look inside my soul, you’ll see who I am
I’m not a fraud, I’m not a scam.”
But people ignore him like he simply isn’t there
Though I cannot help but stop and stare,
People who looked at him with heads which shook,
“Look past my unpleasant face, look inside; take a look.”