Recently Year 10 students completed their study of Macbeth and were invited to produce a creative recreation.
The English department received everything from song recordings to flip-books! Year 10 demonstrated an exceedingly high level of creativity and effort. Here is a small sample of some of their work:
1. Kira's 'Is it a dagger...'
2. T'was Done by Ben S
3. Tony B's take on Act 1 Scene 5 and his poem Epiphany
4. Annmariya's take on Act 1 Scene 5
Kira’s ‘Is it a dagger …’
T’was Done
A bleak landscape of tame colours
Grass swaying in the Scottish breeze,
The setting of a tale of witches and words
And kings brought to their knees.
The castle, sturdily standing atop a hill
Unwavering through thick and thin,
But that peaceful nature was doomed
From the moment Macbeth stepped in.
Though the words begin with two warriors
On a battlefield of glory and pain,
The true characters are revealed from
One fateful moment in Dunsinane.
From Macbeth’s hands, a dagger
Plunged deep into Duncan’s heart,
Though the act was done
Two sides of his mind were still apart.
In that split second, a lifetime worth
Of thoughts flowed through his head,
Should he have stopped and thought
Before plucking the king from his bed.
Still the act was done and two others
He’d have to blame,
How long would he have to sit
And play out his wife’s vindictive games.
It being him who had done the deed
No others would presume,
For now the wealth of those above
would be his to consume.
But like all good things it must run out
And the facade shall melt away,
But until then the deed is done
And nothing more shall we say.
Macbeth recreation by Tony Butler
There are two parts to my work. The first is a drawing for Act 1 Scene 5 and the second is a poem for Act 5 Scene 5.
Act 1 Scene 5
Act 5 Scene 5
After hearing of his wife’s death, Macbeth reveals that he is going through an existential crisis. His soliloquy has been recreated as a poem.
Epiphany
Everyone seeks the impossible;
A meaning within a cacophony of oblivion
One is but another pawn destined to be sacrificed,
All for a greater game beyond our comprehension
But even players are unaware that this will come to an inexorable conclusion
The more that I know,
The more I am dragged through the surface
Once through I am suffocating
Lost in a shroud of overwhelming disorientation
Gasps of air disappear before it reaches my lungs
Despite how I resist,
I inevitably succumb to the blackness
Now left afloat I can see everything and nothing
The truth of it all
The purpose we desire is a predetermined script
The light we seek will fizzle out
The peace we vie for is a deafening silence
Fate is a one-way road for everyone that ends at everything we can ever know
Each life eternally bound by an unholy covenant
Signed somewhere in the emptiness past the night sky
True understanding is unattainable
The ones who try are lost in the chasmic limbo of self-awareness
The conditions of existence
Leads the strongest minds into insanity
Ignorance truly is bliss
Once we reach such a hellish epiphany
It is forever scorched into the core of our being
Consumed by melancholy
We can only wait for our brief candles to flicker one last time
Annmariya's take on Act 1 Scene 5