January 27

Descriptive Writing – Task: Invent a fifth season – Dylan Schweitnitz (1st Year)

I shuffled through the doorway and shut the heavy, oak door. The resounding bang of the door slamming seemed to alert everyone in the house to my presence.

“Jay? Is that you?” my sister called from the living room.

“Yes,” I replied.

“I’ve got the monthly groceries.”

“Good. Leave them in the kitchen and get over here.” I entered the kitchen to find Ben rooting through the fridge. “What are you doing here, Ben? And why are you looking through my fridge?” I enquired.

“Well, since it’s that time of the year again, I decided that I wanted to stay with you guys for the next month,” replied Ben. I could hear my sister groan from the other room.

“We aren’t going to have enough food for the three of us,” I said.

“It’s ok. I brought food for myself.” Another groan from the living room. Even though Ben was my friend, I kind of agreed with my sister this time. Ben was a good friend, but he lacked the ability to think things through. Nothing I could say would deter him. He wanted to stay, and I couldn’t change his mind. I put the groceries away and shuffled into the living room where I welcomed a warming, soothing fire.

 

Outside the wind was picking up and ice was spreading across the windowpane. In the distance, I could make out a yeti howling at the sky. I could only make out one single yeti, which was unusual because the countryside is usually teeming with yeti folk, especially where we lived since we were near the snow-capped mountains and ice ridden forests. At this point the snowy landscape was becoming even more barren. The trees shrank and shrivelled until there was nothing left. Even the mighty evergreen tree could not persevere the seasons icy onslaught. The only tree that is left standing is the ice spike tree, a snowy white tree whose needles freeze the blood and sap causes pneumonia and frostbite. All that is left after the first blizzard are the trees, the mountains and the snow dunes. The longest night will fall over the world. The oceans will freeze over. The spell of ice and snow will fall over the land, temperatures will reach minus 90 degrees and we will be forced to stay inside for 32 days. This is the start of the fifth season. This is the start of Dypfryst.

 

Three days in and we see our first yeti close by. A monster at nine feet tall, the yeti supports a shaggy white coat with a blue hue, four-inch-long claws for ripping apart flesh, three-inch-long fangs, yellow eyes that can see in the dark, a pair of ebony curled horns and a spiked spine. They are immune to the effects of the ice spike tree and have a very high tolerance for the cold. They mostly hunt the snow deer and white rams. They also hunt ice coated wolves but normally leave them alone, because the wolves are usually in large packs. The only rival a yeti has is a Blutbär, or blood bear, but they live in Germany. A yeti only fears one thing. A thing worse than a blood bear. And that is an ice dragon.

 

Ice dragons are extremely rare. You might even say almost non-existent. But they’re real. As real as the blood pumping in your veins. As real as the eyes that you see through. I know, because I’ve seen one. They’re sixty metres long, with a head of around ten. Their skin is black with lightning blue streaks. And it’s the kind of black that is so dark it looks like nothing is there at all and you’re staring into oblivion. Their fangs are taller than a fully-grown adult. When they open their gigantic maw, they spray the land with a kind of cold that leaves you utterly devoid of warmth and soul alike. Their claws can tear holes in mountains. The spikes on their backs are jagged, pointed grey hillocks and their tail sports a spike large enough to skewer the moon. I saw it six years ago, looking out of the window in our old house. I saw it curled around a mountain top, sleeping among a sea of mangled, dead yeti folk.

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January 23

1st Year adaptations of W.B. Yeats’s ‘The Lake Isle of Innisfree’:

My Innisfree – Hogwarts

I will arise and go now, and go to Hogwarts,

And a DA group I will have there, of loyal and brave students:

A dormitory I will have there, a room for the owls alone;

And live in the safety of the castle’s magic.

 

And I shall have some support there, for support comes dropping slow,

There midnight’s hoot of owls, and noon a glistening sun,

And evening full of heavy, warm air.

 

I will arise and go now, for always night and day,

I hear lake water rippling as the Giant Squid stretches;

While I stand in my bedroom in the lane of Privet Drive,

I hear it in the deep heart’s core.

Tadhg Mc Grath (1B) – 2019

 

My Innisfree – Knocknacree

I will arise and go now and go to Knocknacree,

And a cottage will I build there, of brick and thatch made:

Potatoes will I have there, a coop for the hen,

And live peacefully in the song loud wood.

 

And I shall have some tranquility there, for calmness comes dropping slow,

There midnight’s all a blur, and noon a crimson glow,

And evenings full of frogs croaking in the pond.

 

I will arise and go now, for always night and day

I hear the owls hooting;

While I stand here on the path, or in the wood of day,

I hear it in the deep heart’s core.

Callum Nolan (1B)- 2019

 

My Innisfree – Italy

I will arise and go now, and go to Italy,

And a mega-mansion build there, of the finest yellow gold;

Fun I will have there, a pool for the colorful parties;

And live there with my friends in the place I truly adore

 

And I shall have room there, for family comes dropping slow,

There midnights crazy parties, and noon a colorful glow,

And evenings full of crazy fun

 

I will arise and go now, for always night and day

I hear the loud laughter, ringing in my ear;

While I stand on the freezing cold floor, or in the school classrooms,

I hear it in the deep heart’s core.

Ciaran Slevin (1A) -2019

 

My Innisfree – Glenstal Abbey

I will arise and go now, and go to Glenstal Abbey,

And a grande room built there, of white brick made;

Many friends will I have there, an application form for the

Munk himself, and with all my companions in the becoming dreamy castle.

 

And I shall have some aura there, for evident comes dropping

Slow,

There midnights a burst of laughter and noon a glistening glow,

And evening full of gleeful peers.

 

I will arise and go now, for always night and day

I hear ecstatic roars;

While I stand on the school’s corridor, or in my English class,

I hear it deep in the heart’s core.

Adam Ryan (1A) – 2019

 

My Innisfree – Dubai

I will arise and go now, and go to Dubai,

And a golden mansion build there, of polished marble made,

A huge swimming pool I will have there, a small quiet beach for my friends and family,

And live happily in the scorching hot sun

 

And I shall have some fun there, for fun comes dropping slow

There midnights golden glitter, and noon a velvet sunny glow,

And evening full of the scarlet suns glitter.

 

I will arise and go now, for always night and day,

I hear music playing down at the beach,

While I sit in the loud canteen, or in the crowded science room,

I hear it in the deep heart’s core.

Lucy Fitzgerald (1A)- 2019

 

My Innisfree – Bora Bora

I will arise and go now and go to Bora Bora,

A small, warm cabin build there, of fine wood made,

And a viewing balcony will I have there,

And a table made of marble for my rocking chair,

and live freely in the bright warm sun.

 

And I shall have some adventure there for  mystery comes dropping slow,

Drooping from the veils of the of the morning, to where the waves break,

There midnights all a shiny glow and moon a breezy day

 

I will arise and go now, for always night and day

I hear the water lapping over the stony shore,

While I stand on the sea-shore or on the sandy beach,

I hear it in the deep heart’s core.

Ellen Ryan (1A)- 2019

 

My Innisfree – California

I will arise and go now, and go to California,

And a palace build there, of stone and red brick made:

A pool will I have there, a stable for the horses,

And live with friends and family in the hills with views of the beach.

 

And I shall have some fun there, for fun comes dropping slow,

There midnights all a light from the city’s streets at night, and noon a pools glow,

And evening full of laughter.

 

I will arise and go now, for always night and day,

I hear ocean water waves :

While I stand on the school grounds, or in the room of history class,

I hear it in the deep heart’s core.

Leah Nevin (1B) – 2019

 

My Innisfree – Rural Villiage

I will arise and go now and go to a quiet aul village,

And a house build, there, of hurley made:

Trays of oranges that look like sliotars will I have there, a hurling field for the back garden,

And live with my hurling pals in the countryside.

 

And I shall have some bobbing tunes there,

For craic comes dropping slow,

There midnights madness, and noon a blue and yellow glow,

And evening full of craic.

 

I will arise and go now, for always night and day,

I hear teachers talking;

While I stand on the corridors,

Or in the cantine doing homework,

I hear it in the deep heart’s core.

Ciaran Foley – 2019

 

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January 15

❄️⛄️🎅🏼12 Word Christmas Story Entries 🎅🏼⛄️❄️

“The glistening white snow fell and the snowman rises to greet all” – Leo Tsang (3rd Year)

“Winter is white, the family tend to fight but it’s always a delight” – Aine Slattery (TY)

“Christmas Eve, ‘24 hours’ until there’s no presents under the Christmas tree” – Amy Clarke (3rd Year)

“Santa looked out his windows to see the reindeer on strike” – Senan O’Brolchain (1st Year)

“Santa Claus is coming to town.. But I live in the country?” – Niamh Ryan (TY)

“Deck the halls and Santa will come down the chimney at Christmas” – Ordhran Fitzmaurice (1st Year)

“Sitting among fellow church goers, remembering loved ones during this magical time” – Leah Madden (TY)

“Spraoi to me is Christmas glee, with magical white trees and surprises” – Rachel Hannigan (TY)

“Year by year, he arrives without fail, leaving things in his trails”- Leo Tsang (3rd Year)

“Christmas breakfast – eating a fry, opening presents, snowflakes falling. What pure glee” – James McDermott (TY)

“School’s out, and, there is no teacher or student upset about it” – Amy Clarke (3rd Year)

“Rudolph perched on the roof as Santa delivers the joy of Christmas” – Enya Weedham (TY)