YEAR 11 POETRY THURSDAY 14 JANUARY 2021

UNSEEN POETRY

Section A:

Unseen Poetry

Q7.1 Answer essay-style question on unseen poem (24 marks, including 4 marks for written accuracy) AO1/AO2/AO4

Q7.2 Compare similarities/differences between poem above and another unseen poem on the same theme (attitudes and methods). 8 marks AO2

Recap of learning •  What is a metaphor? •  How might we identify a

metaphor in a poem? •  What is the significance of a

metaphor?

Link to future learning •  Develop appreciation of unseen poetry •  Identify and comment confidently on a

range of language and structural effects •  Make links between poems.

Technique Effects

Voice (persona) Who is speaking in the poem? What do we learn about the speaker? May be more than one voice.

Tone/mood What atmosphere is created? What words/sounds contribute to mood? Does the mood change?

Lexis (word choices) What type of words are used? Are there patterns or groups of words that link to a theme?

Poetic devices Simile, personification, metaphor. How do these contribute to giving meaning to the poem?

Rhyme scheme/rhythm/ punctuation

Does the poem rhyme? Is there a lot of punctuation? How do these contribute to rhythm?

Sound devices Is there alliteration and repetition? Are onomatopoeic words used?

Form/Structure/metre Is the poem in stanzas? How long are the lines? Are the lines consistent? What is the effect?

Time/place/setting Is it clear where and when the poem is set? Are there different places/times? Is it past/present/future?

UNSEEN POETRY

Explore the poem, ‘The Apple Raid’ by Vernon Scannell

Darkness came early, though not yet cold;  Stars were strung on the telegraph wires;  Street lamps spilled pools of liquid gold;  The breeze was spiced with garden fires.    That smell of burnt leaves, the early dark,  Can still excite me but not as it did  So long ago when we met in the park –  Myself, John Peters and David Kidd.    We moved out of town to the district where  The lucky and wealthy had their homes  With garages, gardens, and apples to spare  Ripely clustered in the trees’ green domes.    

 We chose this place we meant to plunder  And climbed the wall and dropped down to  The secret dark. Apples crunched under  Our feet as we moved through the grass and dew.  The clusters on the lower boughs of the tree  Were easy to reach. We stored the fruit  In pockets and jerseys until all three  Boys were heavy with their tasty loot.    Safe on the other side of the wall  We moved back to town and munched as we went.  I wonder if David remembers at all  That little adventure, the apples’ fresh scent.    Strange to think that he’s fifty years old,  That tough little boy with scabs on his knees;  Stranger to think that John Peters lies cold  In an orchard in France beneath apple trees.  

Q1. What does the title suggest to you?

The Apple Raid

Darkness came early, though not yet cold;  Stars were strung on the telegraph wires;  Street lamps spilled pools of liquid gold;  The breeze was spiced with garden fires.    That smell of burnt leaves, the early dark,  Can still excite me but not as it did  So long ago when we met in the park –  Myself, John Peters and David Kidd.    We moved out of town to the district where  The lucky and wealthy had their homes  With garages, gardens, and apples to spare  Ripely clustered in the trees’ green domes.    

 We chose this place we meant to plunder  And climbed the wall and dropped down to  The secret dark. Apples crunched under  Our feet as we moved through the grass and dew.  The clusters on the lower boughs of the tree  Were easy to reach. We stored the fruit  In pockets and jerseys until all three  Boys were heavy with their tasty loot.    Safe on the other side of the wall  We moved back to town and munched as we went.  I wonder if David remembers at all  That little adventure, the apples’ fresh scent.    Strange to think that he’s fifty years old,  That tough little boy with scabs on his knees;  Stranger to think that John Peters lies cold  In an orchard in France beneath apple trees.  

Q2. What do you think the poem is about, and why?

The Apple Raid

Darkness came early, though not yet cold;  Stars were strung on the telegraph wires;  Street lamps spilled pools of liquid gold;  The breeze was spiced with garden fires.    That smell of burnt leaves, the early dark,  Can still excite me but not as it did  So long ago when we met in the park –  Myself, John Peters and David Kidd.    We moved out of town to the district where  The lucky and wealthy had their homes  With garages, gardens, and apples to spare  Ripely clustered in the trees’ green domes.    

 We chose this place we meant to plunder  And climbed the wall and dropped down to  The secret dark. Apples crunched under  Our feet as we moved through the grass and dew.  The clusters on the lower boughs of the tree  Were easy to reach. We stored the fruit  In pockets and jerseys until all three  Boys were heavy with their tasty loot.    Safe on the other side of the wall  We moved back to town and munched as we went.  I wonder if David remembers at all  That little adventure, the apples’ fresh scent.    Strange to think that he’s fifty years old,  That tough little boy with scabs on his knees;  Stranger to think that John Peters lies cold  In an orchard in France beneath apple trees.  

Q3. Summarise each of the stanzas.

The Apple Raid

Darkness came early, though not yet cold;  Stars were strung on the telegraph wires;  Street lamps spilled pools of liquid gold;  The breeze was spiced with garden fires.    That smell of burnt leaves, the early dark,  Can still excite me but not as it did  So long ago when we met in the park –  Myself, John Peters and David Kidd.    We moved out of town to the district where  The lucky and wealthy had their homes  With garages, gardens, and apples to spare  Ripely clustered in the trees’ green domes.    

 We chose this place we meant to plunder  And climbed the wall and dropped down to  The secret dark. Apples crunched under  Our feet as we moved through the grass and dew.  The clusters on the lower boughs of the tree  Were easy to reach. We stored the fruit  In pockets and jerseys until all three  Boys were heavy with their tasty loot.    Safe on the other side of the wall  We moved back to town and munched as we went.  I wonder if David remembers at all  That little adventure, the apples’ fresh scent.    Strange to think that he’s fifty years old,  That tough little boy with scabs on his knees;  Stranger to think that John Peters lies cold  In an orchard in France beneath apple trees.  

Q4. Identify key poetic features.

The Apple Raid

Darkness came early, though not yet cold;  Stars were strung on the telegraph wires;  Street lamps spilled pools of liquid gold;  The breeze was spiced with garden fires.    That smell of burnt leaves, the early dark,  Can still excite me but not as it did  So long ago when we met in the park –  Myself, John Peters and David Kidd.    We moved out of town to the district where  The lucky and wealthy had their homes  With garages, gardens, and apples to spare  Ripely clustered in the trees’ green domes.    

 We chose this place we meant to plunder  And climbed the wall and dropped down to  The secret dark. Apples crunched under  Our feet as we moved through the grass and dew.  The clusters on the lower boughs of the tree  Were easy to reach. We stored the fruit  In pockets and jerseys until all three  Boys were heavy with their tasty loot.    Safe on the other side of the wall  We moved back to town and munched as we went.  I wonder if David remembers at all  That little adventure, the apples’ fresh scent.    Strange to think that he’s fifty years old,  That tough little boy with scabs on his knees;  Stranger to think that John Peters lies cold  In an orchard in France beneath apple trees.  

Q5. Identify a key technique and explore its effects.

The Apple Raid

Darkness came early, though not yet cold;  Stars were strung on the telegraph wires;  Street lamps spilled pools of liquid gold;  The breeze was spiced with garden fires.    That smell of burnt leaves, the early dark,  Can still excite me but not as it did  So long ago when we met in the park –  Myself, John Peters and David Kidd.    We moved out of town to the district where  The lucky and wealthy had their homes  With garages, gardens, and apples to spare  Ripely clustered in the trees’ green domes.    

 We chose this place we meant to plunder  And climbed the wall and dropped down to  The secret dark. Apples crunched under  Our feet as we moved through the grass and dew.  The clusters on the lower boughs of the tree  Were easy to reach. We stored the fruit  In pockets and jerseys until all three  Boys were heavy with their tasty loot.    Safe on the other side of the wall  We moved back to town and munched as we went.  I wonder if David remembers at all  That little adventure, the apples’ fresh scent.    Strange to think that he’s fifty years old,  That tough little boy with scabs on his knees;  Stranger to think that John Peters lies cold  In an orchard in France beneath apple trees.  

Q6. What do we learn about the speaker in the poem?

The Apple Raid

Darkness came early, though not yet cold;  Stars were strung on the telegraph wires;  Street lamps spilled pools of liquid gold;  The breeze was spiced with garden fires.    That smell of burnt leaves, the early dark,  Can still excite me but not as it did  So long ago when we met in the park –  Myself, John Peters and David Kidd.    We moved out of town to the district where  The lucky and wealthy had their homes  With garages, gardens, and apples to spare  Ripely clustered in the trees’ green domes.    

 We chose this place we meant to plunder  And climbed the wall and dropped down to  The secret dark. Apples crunched under  Our feet as we moved through the grass and dew.  The clusters on the lower boughs of the tree  Were easy to reach. We stored the fruit  In pockets and jerseys until all three  Boys were heavy with their tasty loot.    Safe on the other side of the wall  We moved back to town and munched as we went.  I wonder if David remembers at all  That little adventure, the apples’ fresh scent.    Strange to think that he’s fifty years old,  That tough little boy with scabs on his knees;  Stranger to think that John Peters lies cold  In an orchard in France beneath apple trees.  

Q7. Comment on the effects of two structural features.

The Apple Raid

Darkness came early, though not yet cold;  Stars were strung on the telegraph wires;  Street lamps spilled pools of liquid gold;  The breeze was spiced with garden fires.    That smell of burnt leaves, the early dark,  Can still excite me but not as it did  So long ago when we met in the park –  Myself, John Peters and David Kidd.    We moved out of town to the district where  The lucky and wealthy had their homes  With garages, gardens, and apples to spare  Ripely clustered in the trees’ green domes.    

 We chose this place we meant to plunder  And climbed the wall and dropped down to  The secret dark. Apples crunched under  Our feet as we moved through the grass and dew.  The clusters on the lower boughs of the tree  Were easy to reach. We stored the fruit  In pockets and jerseys until all three  Boys were heavy with their tasty loot.    Safe on the other side of the wall  We moved back to town and munched as we went.  I wonder if David remembers at all  That little adventure, the apples’ fresh scent.    Strange to think that he’s fifty years old,  That tough little boy with scabs on his knees;  Stranger to think that John Peters lies cold  In an orchard in France beneath apple trees.  

Q8. What is the tone of the poem. Where, and why, does it change?

The Apple Raid

Darkness came early, though not yet cold;  Stars were strung on the telegraph wires;  Street lamps spilled pools of liquid gold;  The breeze was spiced with garden fires.    That smell of burnt leaves, the early dark,  Can still excite me but not as it did  So long ago when we met in the park –  Myself, John Peters and David Kidd.    We moved out of town to the district where  The lucky and wealthy had their homes  With garages, gardens, and apples to spare  Ripely clustered in the trees’ green domes.    

 We chose this place we meant to plunder  And climbed the wall and dropped down to  The secret dark. Apples crunched under  Our feet as we moved through the grass and dew.  The clusters on the lower boughs of the tree  Were easy to reach. We stored the fruit  In pockets and jerseys until all three  Boys were heavy with their tasty loot.    Safe on the other side of the wall  We moved back to town and munched as we went.  I wonder if David remembers at all  That little adventure, the apples’ fresh scent.    Strange to think that he’s fifty years old,  That tough little boy with scabs on his knees;  Stranger to think that John Peters lies cold  In an orchard in France beneath apple trees.  

Q9. How does the poet evoke a sense of time and place in the poem?

The Apple Raid

Darkness came early, though not yet cold;  Stars were strung on the telegraph wires;  Street lamps spilled pools of liquid gold;  The breeze was spiced with garden fires.    That smell of burnt leaves, the early dark,  Can still excite me but not as it did  So long ago when we met in the park –  Myself, John Peters and David Kidd.    We moved out of town to the district where  The lucky and wealthy had their homes  With garages, gardens, and apples to spare  Ripely clustered in the trees’ green domes.    

 We chose this place we meant to plunder  And climbed the wall and dropped down to  The secret dark. Apples crunched under  Our feet as we moved through the grass and dew.  The clusters on the lower boughs of the tree  Were easy to reach. We stored the fruit  In pockets and jerseys until all three  Boys were heavy with their tasty loot.    Safe on the other side of the wall  We moved back to town and munched as we went.  I wonder if David remembers at all  That little adventure, the apples’ fresh scent.    Strange to think that he’s fifty years old,  That tough little boy with scabs on his knees;  Stranger to think that John Peters lies cold  In an orchard in France beneath apple trees.  

Q10. What are the key themes the poet is trying to convey?

The Apple Raid

HOMEWORK

Read through the poem, ‘My Grandmother’ by Elizabeth Jennings.

Annotate the poem (or jot down ideas) ready for discussion at the beginning of next week’s lesson.

You do not need to write a response about the poem.