Welcome to Almost An Island

Almost an Island is a writing project exploring the Greenwich Peninsula in London through words, sounds and stories.

Writers in residence, Sarah Butler and Aoife Mannix, will be blogging about the project. They will record their own responses to the Peninsula and the people they meet. The blog will be a showcase for new writing Sarah and Aoife create over the course of the project, and for the writing and words of workshop participants.

Sarah and Aoife will be creating a soundscape that will represent the lives and stories of those connected with the Greenwich Peninsula. They are running a series of workshops and activities to support this - check under 'events' for more details.

The soundscape will be presented at a public event in November 2008. Keep an eye on the blog for details

Almost an Island is a collaboration between UrbanWords and Spread the Word, in association with Art on the Greenwich Peninsula. The project is funded by Awards For All.

Tuesday 21 October 2008

A Walk on the Greenwich Peninsula, by Lichtenstein Class 3 at Millennium Primary School

We went for a walk on the Greenwich Peninsula.
Tell me, what did you see?
A squirrel, a plane, and some shimmering shells,
Prickly grass, and brown and white stones,
The blurry reflections of colourful houses,
The perfect river flowing, moorhens swimming.
A bus, a swan, a beautiful dog.
We saw the sky.

We went for a walk on the Greenwich Peninsula.
Tell me, what did you smell?
Leaves fresh as green apples, sharp as mint.
Seaweed from the sea,
Dark green water,
We smelt the cool fresh air.

We went for a walk on the Greenwich Peninsula.
Tell me, what did you hear?
Crackling, crumpling, rustling leaves.
The sound of a plane, a sound like a bell.
A bike cycling very gently
The brumming of cars
The engines of boats
The whooshing of buses.
The splashing of ducks’ flippers
Crashing waves
We heard our own footsteps.

We went for a walk on the Greenwich Peninsula.
Tell me, what did you feel?
The barriers tingling our fingertips,
The concrete hard on our feet,
The breeze, the soft leaves, the smooth silver poles
The grass, a stone and a shell.
We felt warm, laughing, brilliant, happy.

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