We are long into our second term now and it’s been hellishly frantic and i’ve slacked on my blogging (hence the ‘Prophecy’ project being blogged so late after it was handed in.. many apologies!)
This part of our term is the ‘Field’ (basically lots going on and lots of talking), and the title of our project is Cities.
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp muttered in the dark.
The lamp hummed:
‘Regard the moon,
La lune ne garde aucune rancune,
She winks a feeble eye,
She smiles into corners.
She smooths the hair of the grass.
The moon has lost her memory.
Rhapsody on a Windy Night – T.S. Eliot.