Worship Helios
His mighty flames lay me low
Underworld awaits
Year: 2014
Top Three Poems . . .
A hearty thank you to everyone who participated in our poetry competition! And I have to thank and acknowledge all 10 poets entered in the contest. Thanks, kids! I have an awesome group of scholars!
The votes are counted and I’m ready to announce the top three poems in our Ancient Literature class’ ‘Till We Have Faces Poetry Competition’ (drum roll, please)!
Lets take a look at the poems which received the most votes for first, second and third in our competition . . . .
Shout About It:
Judges Needed for Poetry Contest
I’m recruiting lovers of literature to act as judges of poems for a poetry contest we have begun in our Coram Deo Academics class (a Classical Education homeschooling resource in Michigan). This is a middle-school aged group of kids. 10 poems are entered in the contest. Please review the poems and send an email message to me indicating your choice for first, second, and third place to dblindseyjr@gmail.com (or, if you wish, post a comment with your top three choices: first, second, and third best).
The only criteria for the contest is that the poems must either mention or allude to a character or plot line in the classic Till We Have Faces: A Myth Retold, by CS Lewis, and all 10 poems have fulfilled that requirement.
Rewards will be given to all students participating.
I will monitor all comments, tally all votes and announce the top three place winners in a new post on this blog. To decrease bias and increase Internet safety, each student’s name is attributed an alias.
Scroll down to see all 10 poems. Thank you for your help!
Shout About It:
Orual the Thief
Orual the Thief
Orual was an ugly person, Orual was a thief,
Orual came to my house and stole a piece of beef,
I went to Orual’s house and Orual wasn’t in,
I came upon her Sunday hat and poked it with a pin,
Orual was an ugly person, Orual was a sham,
Orual came to my house and stole a leg of lamb,
I went to Orual’s house and Orual wasn’t in,
I came upon her Sunday clothes and put ’em in a bin,
Orual was an ugly person, Orual was a beast,
Orual came to my house and had a gigantic feast,
I went to Orual’s house and Orual was in bed,
I went up and threw a bone at her head.
© by Rap Stamper
Shout About It:
The Turn
The Turn
Orual, Orual, she was not pretty,
but on herself she took pity,
When Psyche left her, it let her to wonder and stare,
In the end, the turn started to bend,
Psyche now believes in gods, as quick as a nod.
© by Anthony Raptor
Carmina ad Gloriae Dei 