Beyond 

Inside the walls, the world is grey

With boxes of clothes, dust, and clay

A single light escapes the day

And thro’ the window, sun does play

Past the window beyond.

Three beams of warmth shine through the blinds

And helpfully the outside chimes

A longing tune of hopeful times

So to the window, she does climb

Past the window beyond.

Beyond the window, is just green

With birds, and trees, and bugs, and breeze

A little bird begins to sing

Before another takes a-wing

Past the window beyond.

Golden branches sing a tune

With shapes of crimson, pink, and blue

Upon the leaves, lays joyous dew

With tiny feet among them too

Past the window beyond.

A trickle of gold forms a bird

Onto her hands she paints a verb

Walls obstruct her view of the world

But still, she finds a dancing whirl

Past the window, beyond.

She sees the day, she sees the night,

She only ever reaches wide

For green beyond the silenced light

So to the window, she does stride

To the window beyond.

Beyond the window, nature calls

A dampened tune of blue and gold

Outstretched, her fingers long to hold

The world beyond, and leave the cold

And pass the window beyond.

Tullia C

(Year 12, Advanced English) 

This poem is a response for a writing task in Year 12 Advanced English that required students to reflect on "The View From My Window". The poem imitates the style and structure of Tennyson’s famous "The Lady of Shallot".

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