Night of the Gargoyles

Night of the Gargoyles 
This term, Year 6 have been using the poem, Night of the Gargoyles, as a stimulus for their writing. The children wrote their own versions of the poem and descriptions of when the gargoyles come alive at night.... This work then formed the basis of their class assembly. Wainhouse Class also visited Farnborough Abbey as it was a spooky setting for them to film themselves performing the poem. 

As day turns to night we slowly crept towards the edge of the pockmarked building. Bit by bit, as my stubby little feet went slowly. Finally, we all got there, to the edge. So, I lead the wingless gargoyles down the gargantuan building with a wingless crawl. Meanwhile, the winged devils swooped down the monumental building to the concrete floor and waited there creepily. We (the wingless gargoyles) finally made it to the bottom where the other gargoyles awaited us…

Me, and my devilish companions crept slowly towards the fountain. As quietly as possible, our devilish eyes glow in the dark like a torch. We got there, at last so we had fun by screeching like a jaguar scratching a chalkboard and shouting as we splashed each other. Then night became brighter as dawn arrived so we scrambled swiftly to our positions on the monumental building. Till night comes…

                                                                                                                                   By Aron 

As the sun begins to fade; we are prepared. Prepared to start another search- a search for something new, something alive, interesting or dangerous.

To be frozen on the hot shadowy corners of the castle is horrible. I can’t wait to start moving once again…

The haunting moon is now shining and the day has ceased. I am alive. I am free from my stone prison. My body begins to crackle. I can hear my friends cackle. First my legs, then my arms and finally my wings start to move. I peer, near-sighted, at the building on my right to see if my devilish gargoyle companions are alive… Yes, I am a gargoyle!

I stand up and then squat back down, my empty eyes unblinking. My crumbling ears are twitching in the ebony, moon lit sky. I get ready to fly, to fly into the night ahead, and then I jump…

Swooping down to the rim of a fountain nearby I open my dry and thirsty mouth and drink some water from the Cherub’s spitting mouth, I shoot up to lick the stars and go to the clock. Time is shortening and I know my time alive will soon cease.

I return to my horrible stone prison and start to become stiff, my wings hide behind my back, my arms and legs stop working, I am frozen again. I start to see my pockmarked stone body as the sun begins to rise, cold and unmoving. I will have to carry on my adventures another time. I will just have to wait until night comes…

                                                                                                                                   By Sophie