The Chase ’Book of Hopes’

ThankyouforyourPa-ence,Resilience,Flexibility,Adaptability,MaturityandHumilityduringthisdifficultperiod.ThereisHopeofcourseanditrestswithYou.

MikeFieldhouse

Headteacher

Contents order

Primary School contributions……………………..

Parents & Guardians & Wider Community………

The Chase pupils……………………………………

The Chase Staff……………………………………..

ThankyoutoeverybodywhohascontributedtoTheChaseBookofHopes!Iamsogratefultoyouallformakingthispossible.IwasnotexpecBngtheamountofentriesandIamblownawaybythestandardofwork…Itmadechoosingextremelyhard!AspecialthankyoumustgotoTheFriendsofTheChaseforprovidingsuchgenerousprizesandtoNeilCheshireforhelpingmeputitonline.IhopeyouenjoyalltheworksubmiHed…Thankyouallsomuch!!!HaveafantasBcSummer!

LillianBlakeleySubjectLeaderArt&Design

3 - 19

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55 - 61

AlexGaskellYear5,Age10-SuckleyPrimarySchool

Myschooltopicwas'Rivers'andourteacher,MrsCullerne,askedustodraworpaintariverbirdoranimal.IdecidedtopaintaKingfisherasIsawoneatthestartoflockdownnexttoLeighBrook.

GraceOliverAge11-SuckleyPrimarySchool

ThefollowingentriesarecompletedbyYear6pupilsfromgreatMalvernPrimary.MrsSpencesaid:

OnebubblehascompletedransomnotepoetryinspiredbyMichaelRosen’svisittoourschooljustbeforehecontractedcoronavirus.Hewasinaninducedcomafor48daysandhasbeenreleasedfromhospitalinthelasttwoweeks.Wethinkheisanamazingsymbolofhope.RansomnotepoetryisanideafromhisBookofPlaypublishedin2020.

Manyofthechildrenthatwrotethesepoemshavebeenincrediblyanxiousaboutcomingbacktoschool.Wehavegiventhemcompletelyfreereinwiththeartworkandwords.

PhoebeLanceHAge11-GreatMalvernPrimary

AnnaCaiAge11-GreatMalvernPrimary

SummerBaetjerAge11-GreatMalvernPrimary

BethHughesAge11-GreatMalvernPrimary EbonyMorse

Age11-GreatMalvernPrimary

JackFranklinAge11-GreatMalvernPrimary

AnnieEvansAge11-GreatMalvernPrimary

Kayden-LeeClarkAge11-GreatMalvernPrimary

alsoKayden-LeeClarkAge11-GreatMalvernPrimary

AshtonOliverAge11-GreatMalvernPrimary

SethBarneHAge11-GreatMalvernPrimary

ConorFletcherAge11-GreatMalvernPrimary

SummerJonesAge11-GreatMalvernPrimary

DylanBeachAge11-GreatMalvernPrimary

2nd prize

HelainaAngelAge11-GreatMalvernPrimary WillDavidNewton

Age11-GreatMalvernPrimary

MadisonEvansAge11-GreatMalvernPrimary

LiamKnightAge11-GreatMalvernPrimary

Hunni-AnnLynBlakeAge11-GreatMalvernPrimary

AdamOllimanAge11-GreatMalvernPrimary

Lola-RoseFullerAge11-GreatMalvernPrimary

LeoNielLukeSmithAge11-GreatMalvernPrimary

LeahDanburyAge11-GreatMalvernPrimary

AidanLaneAge11-GreatMalvernPrimary

CassieJoyHarrisAge11-GreatMalvernPrimary

DylanBlizzardAge11-GreatMalvernPrimary

Lexiewasinspiredtodrawherpictureofherwateringagiantsunfloweradersomethinglovelythathappenedtoherinlockdown.

Shehadsewnlotsandlotsofsunflowerseedsandtheyallgerminatedduringlockdown.Wehadsomanywedidn'tknowwhattodowiththemall.ShedecidedtoaHachanotetothemanddeliveredthemtoallourneighboursinourclose.ThenoteinvitedourneighbourstoplanttheirsunflowerandthatwecouldallhaveasunflowercompeBBontoseewhosewouldgrowthebiggest.Wedon'tknowallourneighboursbuteveryonewasreallykindandreallygotintothespiritofthings.ShereceivedsomanycardsandpresentsthankingherwithpromisesthattheywouldplantthemandbepartofthecompeBBon.WhenwedidClapforCarersonaThursdaynighteveryonewouldshouttoeachotherabouthowtheirsunflowersweredoing.ItwasalovelyBme.

LexieKelmAge10

Extra prize!

IusedwatercolourstodomypainBng.Iwantedthepicturetolookdreamyandcalm.IliveonanaturereserveandlovelookingoutforKingfishers.Ifindwaterverysoothingandnaturehelpsusrelaxandfeelpeaceful.

JamesBradshaw-KingAge10

Weodengouponthehillstowalkthedogandwatchthesunset.ItmakesmerealisethatourearthisbeauBfuldespitewhatisgoingonintheworld.IusedpaintstocreateabeauBfulskyandtheoutlineofatree.Ithinkthereisabrightsidetoanythingbadthathappens.ImissmyfriendsbutIhavegottospendlotsmoreBmewithmyfamilywhichhasbeengood.

KatherineBowenAge10

IlkaPetkovaLunchBmeSupervisor&parent

AlisonWintersParent

PhotosofthegardenIcreated(welldug!)duringLockdown

Light at the end of the tunnel?

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SamColleHWebdesignerandlecturer&parent

TheseareallcreatedwithPhotoshopandIllustratorHopeposteristakingObama’siconicHOPEposterandliterallytwisBngittothiscrazyworldwearein.

TheMarBnLutherKingoneisobvious-neverhashebeenmorerelevant.Andtheeyetestposter?ClearlythoseinpowerneedsomebeHermethodsof

tesBngtheireyes,orseeingwhatthosearoundthemsee.

Thiscrochetrainbowwasmadebymyfriendwhoisamidwife.IloveitandhavehungitourkitchenwindowtoshowourfamiliessupportfortheNHSandkeyworkers.

SamanthaCampionParent

WehadacraddayandmadethisEasterbasketthankyougidforournextneighbours-theyhadbeendoingoutFoodshoppingasoutfamilyhadtofollowshieldingguidance.

EVERYSUNDAYISMOONDAYINLOCKDOWNEveryMoondayIliketogomoonbathing,IputonmooncreamandmyfunkymoonglassesIwearmymoonhatincaseIgetmoonburnOrmoonstrokeormaybeevenmoonspotsIlikelyinginthemoonlightGehngamoontan–Idon’tneedamoonbed!SomeBmesIwearmyMoondaybest,Ayellowmoondress,thecolourofmoonflowersAndwhenthemoondialsaysit’sBmeforteaIeatloadsofice-creammoondaes–YUMMY!FrommoonrisetomoonsetThat’swhatIdoeveryMoonday

IwrotethispoembecauseBmeplayedfunnytricksduringlockdown.Iwokeupsomemorningsanddidn’tknowwhatdayitwas!SoIthoughtifBmebehavedinatopsyturvyway,thenI’ddothesameandswaptheSUNandMOONaround!

Sara-JaneArbury

HelenBowenParent

TherainbowhasbeenasymbolofhopeforeveryoneduringthesestrangeBmes.BeingstuckathomehasmademebecomemorecreaBveineverythingfromcookingtofindingwaystokeepthechildrenentertained.Iwantedtoshowthatit’spossibletocreatesomethingfromnothing.IusedusedstampsandorphanbuHons.Recyclingdoesn’thavetobeboringandweallhavemoreBmetospendatthemomentonlookingadertheplanetaswellasourselves.Theonlythingwecan’trecycleiswastedBme!

COVIDdreamsMaHHancockhandsmeamaskandgloves,winksandsays:“Therearemorewherethesecamefrom.”RobertJenrickappearsatmyfrontdoorwithabagofshoppingandasks:“Haveyouseenmyparents?”BorisJohnsonmakesmetea,coughsintomycupandbooms:“Saluspopulisupremoexlesto!”ChrisWiHyinksataHoointotheskinofmyupperarmwithaneedleandconfides:“Thisistheclosestthingwewilleverhavetoavaccine.”SirPatrickVallanceisinmybedroomhangingcurtainsandhooveringthecarpet.PriBPatelisstompingupanddowntheaislesatWaitroseaskingshoppersiftheyhaveleavetoremain.JonathanVanTamshakesmygel-coveredhandandsays:“CallmeJVT.”I’minaZoommeeBngwithCOBRA,Borisfartsandhisfacepopsuponeveryone’sscreens.DominicRaabismowingthelawnwearingaT-shirtthatreads:“IamnotaTRUTHTWISTER.”DominicCummingsdrivesmetoEastnorCastle,slamsonthebreaksandshouts:“F***me!IledmyeyesinDurham!”GavinWilliamsonpreachestoschoolchildrencrowdedintochurchpewsaboutthevirtuesofsocialdistancing.DonaldTrumpstandsinacloudofteargasholdingaBibleupsidedownandpickinghisnose.RishiSunakservesmesomethingmeatyinayellowsauceandsays:“Ihopeyouenjoyyourmeal.”MichaelGovethrowsamaskatmeandsays,inmymother’svoice:“Ithoughtyouhadmorecommonsense!”Avegboxcontaining73courgeHesappearsonmydoorstepwithanotethatreads:“WithlovefromMathon.”

SamanthaCraigVolunteerGrantWriterforFriendsofTheChase

&Parent

IhadkeptthekidspyjamaswiththeintenBonofmakingaquilt.Well,Ifinallysatdowntodoitandgotasfarasplacingtheappliquéandorderingthesquares,butwhenIgotoutmysewingmachinetosBckthethingtogether,thepresserfootwasmissing!Sothis'quilt'isabitlikethepandemic,unresolvedunBlavitaltoolsuchasavaccineisfound.

TheliHlefarmscenesarenotfromthekidspyjamas.MysisterbroughtbackawaistcoatformefromSouthAmericayearsago,butIneverworeitsoIcutitupandputitinthequilt.Thelowerrightsquarehasthenameofthepersonwhomadethewaistcoat:Maribel.IwonderhowMaribelisdoinginthepandemic?

Ineededonemoresquaretomakeuptherightnumber,soIusedascrapofredginghamtomakeaheartwhichechoestheheartinthe"Iloveyou"buildingsceneintheupperrighthandsquare.Asdisturbingaslockdownhasbeen,peoplehaveshownagreatdealofcareandloveforothersandthathasbeenagreatblessing.

SamanthaCraigVolunteerGrantWriterforFriendsofTheChase&Parent

WhatagreatSummeritwasgoingtobe!AsamusicianandarBst,therewerethreeconcertsandtwoartexhibiBonstolookforwardto,toprepareforandfillmydays……butallcancelled!!!Addtothattheneedtodistancemyselffromfriendsandtheworldsuddenlylookedbleak.WhatcouldIdo?Iwaslucky……livinghalfwayuptheMalvernHills,goforawalk!Theweatherwasgreat,everythingwascomingintobloom,theblueBtswerenesBnginourgarden,theworldwasbursBngintolife…..therewashopeoutthere,forourfuture…..newlifeandnewthingstodo.IhadafavouritewalkfromourbackgateupontotheHillsandthenIrememberedasmallconcerBnasketchbookthatwaslyinginmystudiowaiBngforanidea……yes,IwouldpaintmyLockdownWalk……forthenextweekIwoulddoaquicksketcheachdayofonepartofthatwalk.And`Ididjustthat…asmallchallenge…nothingserious,butfuntodo.AndtheworldsuddenlyseemedfullofpossibiliBesagain.Wehavemuchtolookforwardto!

PennyVere

Darknessholdsacomfortthatfewshalleverknow,Beyondthefearandbleakness,it’swhatmakesusgrow.Itscoldunfeelinghandsendsshiversdownyourspine,Yetitsghostlyembracecanmakeallseemfine.WearecauBonedtofleefromthedarknessofnight,Toldinsteadtoruntowardsaburninglight.PerhapsitsBmetoquesBonourways,Timetowakeupfromourfoggedoverhaze.Whatifwestopandwechosetocare?FindthegidoflifesomysBcalandrare?Whatifwelookforbeautyintheshidingofshadows,Seestarsasflowersinthesky’sendlessmeadows?Perhapsweshouldchangeandreturntheembrace,Fordarknessisaloneandthat’sagod-awfulplace.Sosendoutourlove,ourhopesandourdreams,Sendthemtothenightonsilvermoonbeams.

BeulahHurstTheChaseStudent

Year10

CharlieGarwood-GowersTheChaseStudentYear7

IsaacGaskellTheChaseStudentYear7

ZoeWildingTheChaseStudentYear10

LilyWestonTheChaseStudentYear7

AliceKearleyTheChaseStudentYear9

AliceAldridgeTheChaseStudentYear7

CharloHeNevilleTheChaseStudent

Year11

TheideabehindmypainBngisaboydreamingoftheadventureshecouldhaveoutoflockdown.

Hope in Unexpected PlacesA grey house, ivy curling up the wall.Cracked windows with tatty rags for curtains Water drips off like tears, forgotten and broken.Wind sings a sorrowful song down the blackened chimney and through the hollow corridorsA dead, weed-choked garden,the swing, once colourful and swaying happily to the sound of laughter,the paint now pealing, the sound is a rusty creak This house was once was full of love, now sombre.Hoping for someone to love it again

A young girl in tatty grey ragsdirty cheeks streaked with tears, forgotten and brokenher matted hair like brambles. She used to play and laugh, she was once full of love, now sad,hoping for someone to love her again.She sees a rotten gate and stops where others would pass by,because she sees through the appearance, to the truth underneath.She pushes it and enters the garden.Instead of the weeds she sees where flowers would growShe sees a home where the broken house isShe sees a kindred spirit.Then she spies the swing

The girl walks over and slowly sits on it, red rust covered over the peeling red paint.She gently touches it fondlyThe sits and holds the sides and steps back slowly, then starts to swing.A loud creak sounds in complaint,but the sound is covered by her laughterThe squeaks join in with her gleeback and forth back and forth, laughing and creaking together

As she swings she looks at the house and sees how it could be again,Caught in a day dream,vivid pastel colours explode, flowers grow, curtains mend.She climbs off the swing and walks to the doorThe colours fade but stain her mind with memory.She strokes the wood and imagines.She feels at home.

The house hears her laughterand sees the tatty rags transform into a sky blue dressThe sun comes out and fills the garden with colour again.

As the girl leaves she finds a small signdiscarded near the gate and picks it up.Rubbing the dirt away,she smiles and hangs it on the gate.

Hope Cottage.

LilaDurandTheChaseStudentYear8

Onthefirstpicture(ontheright)IwasinspiredbyallthechildrenandevenadultswhoarepainBngrainbowsandmessagestotheNHSandkeyworkersasasortofthankyouforeverythingtheyhavebeendoingtohelp.IusedtheroughbrushmarkstohintatitbeingapainBngofachildandfullofbrightcoloursandimaginaBon,aswellasthestyleofitbeingquitecasual.Onthesecondpicture(above),IfeellikeitisopentointerpretaBon,astherearesomanythingsitcouldmeantodifferentpeople,eithernegaBveorposiBve.ThemediaIusedtocreatethefirstonewasacrylic,whileonthesecond,Iusedwatercolour,bothbeingquiteeffecBvewiththestyleIchose.

AliceThomasTheChaseStudentYear7

TheGardenFence

“Oh,whydidithavetorain,ohwhy?”Anitathoughtasshestaredoutofherbedroomwindow.Theraindrizzleddowntheglass,creaBngsmearsthatburredoutsomeofthemagnificentview.ShecouldseeSophiestaringoutofherwindowopposite.Anitawavedatherandmouthed“hello”.Sophiedidthesame.TheonlyreasonAnitawantedittostoprainingwassothatshecouldtalktoSophie,hernewBFF.Theyhadmetonadayliketoday,onlyafewweeksago.

Flashback.

AnitastaredoutofthewindowunBl,finally,thedismalrainstopped.Sheranoutinherwellies,rainwatersplashingonherclothesassheheadedtothetrampoline.Asshegoton,astrangevoiceremarked,“Iwouldn’tdothatifIwereyou;itcanbereallydangerous.IhadacousinwhowentonatrampolineintherainandthenextBmeIsawhim,hehadabrokenleg.Healsofelloffahorsethatweekaswell.”Anitaturnedaroundtoseeablondheadbobbingupanddownbehindthefencethatseparatedthetwogardens.“Nooffence,but…whoareyou?”Anitaasked,takenaback.“Oh,I’mSophie.Pleasedtomeetyou.”Sheheldoutherhandasiftoshakehandsandthenpulleditbacksaying,“Ohyeah.Wecan’tdothatanymore.”Anitasawherforlornfaceandsaid,“Wecoulddoair…”“…hugs!Yes!”Andtheygaveeachotheranairhugoverthefence,smilingandlaughingalltheBme.Andeversincethatmoment,AnitaandSophiesaweachothereverydayandbecauseinseparable.

Therainhadstopped.AtthesameBme,SophieandAnitarandownthestairs,pulledontheirwelliesandranouttotheirgardenstoseeeachother.“Airhug!”theybothcriedout,laughinghysterically.Theybegantalkingearnestly,retellingtheirnewsandhavingsomuchfunthatyouwould’vethoughttheyhadbeenfriendsforyears.Butno.onlyweeks.Andallbecauseofagardenfence.

LockdowninanItalianstreet-inspiredbythecommunityandmusicthatwassharedfromthebalconiesofItaly,alsoinspiredbymypriorcourseworklookingatItalianexteriors.

EllieShepherdTheChaseStudentYear12

SophieBrownTheChaseStudent

Year8

PhoebeThomasTheChaseStudent

Year11

Rush-hour

Inthepastfewmonths,TimeshavenotbeenthebestButnowthenaBonishealingAndproblemsarebeingaddressed.FamilieshavebeenabletoReconnect.HappyfacesandlotsoflaughsItsoundsperfect.Boardgamesaderdinner,ormaybeitis“straighttobed”perhapsaTVshow“Justonemoreepisode!”theysaidTimeshavebeentoughScienBstsareonanendeavourForacure,Butweknowforsure

SebasBanSturmanTheChaseStudent

Year7

AmyGoacherTheChaseStudentYear7

MyoilpainBngisanimageofatunneloflightunderwaterinwhichthefishareswimmingtowardsthelightwhichreflectshopethatthere'slightattheendofthetunnel,thisremindsmeofwhatweshouldkeepinmindduringlockdownanditrepresentsthethemeoflockdownthroughtherebeinganendtothiseventandtohavefaiththatitwontlastforever.ThepainBngrepresentsthemeoflockdowninabeauBfulandcolourfulmannertoinspirepeopletomakethemostofthisbadsituaBonandtoviewitasajourneytobeHerBmesinwhichwelearnthingsontheway.InaddiBontheshoaloffishshowthatwearen'taloneinthisscaryBmeandwe’reallinitandexperiencingittogether.

LaureWebbTheChaseStudentYear11

EllieOrdidgeTheChaseStudent

Year7

HopeinUnexpectedPlaces

Imissmysynchronisedswimming,Imissbeinginthewater,feelinglightandfree.PracBsingwithmyfriendstocomeupwithnewmoves,workingtogether.Evenwhenitdoesn’tworkwelaughatwhat’sgonewrong.LockdownhasclosedthepoolandIcan’tseemyswimfriends.Ihearthepoolwillopensoonbutitwilljustbemeinit.TheothershavetheirownBmeslots.ImayseethemwaiBngoutsidebutit’snotthesameasbeinginthepoolwiththem.Seeingthemwillmakemethinkofhowthingswerebeforelockdown.Thepostmanhasknockedthedoorandledtwopackagesonthedoorstep,bothareaddressedtome!.ThefirstoneisanewswimmingcostumethatmyNanhassentme,thesecondpackageisaleHerandsomepaperswithnewsynchromovesthatmyswimteacherhassent!She’swriHentometoletmeknowwhatwewillbepracBcingwhenthepoolre-opens.Whowouldthinkthatthepostmanhassuddenlybought2thingsthatwouldmaketheworldsuddenlyseembrighter!Isuddenlyfeelhopefulthatthingswilleventuallygobacktonormal,inthemeanBmewhenIdogobackinthepool,I’llhavemytrainerinstrucBngmeandIlookforwardtobeingbackinthewater,gliding,listeningtomyownbreathing,cocoonedinthewater,incontrolandfeelinghopeful.

EmmaCridgeTheChaseStudentYear7

Stuckathome,sulkinginhisroom,sufferingfromloneliness-Jackwasthemostsad,lonely,andworriedpersonintheenBreworld.Imean,inthemiddleofapandemic,anyonewouldbe-butJackwasn’tjustanyone,hehadbeenintheclutchesofdepressionforoverayearnow.Andtheonethingthatkepthimgoinghadbeenstrippedfromhim-campingwithhisfamily.Attheageoftwelve,theboyhadnofriends,noloveforschoolandnotevenaloveforfood,itwasfairtosaythathedefinitelyneededhelp.Thathelpwasintheformofcamping,gehngclosetonature,especiallyintheForestofDean-thiswasnotpossiblethough,withthecountryinlockdownandhisfatherinthevulnerablecategory,hehadnowheretogo.

DayswentbywithoutawordfromJack,hehadimprisonedhimselfintohisroomlikeaconvictinhiscell,thelackofhisfavouritethingintheworldwastearinghimapart.Longingforsomeformoffreedom,JackrackedhisbrainforasoluBon,butthatonlymadethingsworse.Falsehope,falseaspiraBons,whycouldn’thegocamping?Itwastheonlythingthatcouldhelphim,theonlythingthatcouldmakethingsbeHer,andmostofall,thethingthatwouldputastoptohisdarneddepression.Allheneededwasanidea,hope…Thenithithim.

Ofcourse!Howcouldhavebeensosilly.Ifhecouldn’tgotothecampingsite,he’dbringthecampingsitetohim.Heraceddowntothegarageandswidlyunlockedit,revealinghismostprizedpossession-histent!Asanindescribableamountofjoyfloodedoverhim,helaunchedhimselfattherolled-upmarvelandimmediatelytuggeditoutofthegarage(that’spronouncedintheEnglishway,NOTAMERICAN)andontothegrasstotheledofhishouse.AderdaysofeaBngnothing,thissmalltaskdrainedhisstrength.Itwashismentalwill-powerthatkepthimgoing.Despitethetent’ssize,JackhaditupinnoBme,impressedwithhiseffort.NoteventhepolesorthepegscouldstopJack,becauseatthatmomentinBme,hewasfeelingontopoftheworld!Hewassimplyundefeatable.Anathleteintheirprime.However,thisdidn’tstophimpeelingbacktheawningandexcitedlyjumpingintothe6bedtent,atlasttheboyhadfoundhappiness.Heexploredeachnookandcrannyofthetent,theblue-walledbedrooms,themakeshidkitchen(thathehadunfoldedandconstructed),thespaciouslivingareawiththecomfy,seatsandthefluffyrugandofcourse,(Jack’sfavourite)thetransparentscreenthatoffersagloriousviewofthe…concretedriveway.Anyway,yougettheidea.UsuallyitwouldhavebeenagloriousviewoftheForestofDeanandtherollinghillsbeyond.Thesenseofhomethatcameoverhimwasimmense,itwasasifhewasreallythere-intheheartoftheForestofDean.Why,whatastory-throughsadness,depressionandangerinsuchahorrificBme,itwashopethatprevailed.

BenRowe(story&IllustraBon)TheChaseStudentYear7

Maria-JuneAallTheChaseStudentYear7

SophieWhartonTheChaseStudent

Year10

Jack&EmmaSandycollaboraBonTheChaseStudentYear9&8respecBvely

HollyGoacherTheChaseStudent

Year10

1st prize

Theworldfreezesforamoment,Forwhatfeelslikeeternity(Butcan'thavebeenmorethanasecond)Thebreezepauses,AsdoI.Asingledandelionbreaksthroughtheconcrete,Andeverythingstartsagain,ThemoBondizzyingandthatsinglemomenteludingme.

AmelieSimonTheChaseStudentYear10

MaHhewWintersTheChaseStudentYear8

AmberKellyTheChaseStudentYear8

LeahCushingTheChaseStudent

Year9Ipaintedthisoveracoupleofweeksnearerthebeginningoflockdown,usingaYouTubevideobecauseIdon'tnormallypaintbutwantedtochallengemyself.

RebeccaBrownTheChaseStudentYear8

HopeInUnexpectedPlaces

Lilahandherdadhadbeenstuckathomeforawhile,waiBngforthevirustogoaway,sothatLilahmaygobacktoschoolandseeherfriendsagain.“Notyet,Lilah,”herDadsaidwheneversheaskedtogoout.“Notnow”,“Notyet”,“Soon”and“Justwait,Lilah”wasallsheeverheard.

Lilahwaitedandwaited.Theendseemedtodrawnearbutthenpushedback.Shebegantowonderifshe’deverseetheendagain.LilahalwaysworeherliHledaintynecklacewhichherfriendhadgivenher.ItwasalocketnecklacebutherfriendhadforbiddenhertoopenitunBltheycouldmeetagain.

Finally,Lilahcouldseeherfriendagain.“NowmayIopenmylocket?”sheasked,andshewasgrantedpermission.Herfriendpassedherthekey.Slowly,Lilahopenedit.Insidewasanotherkey.Thecopyofthekeyherfriendhadgivenhertoopenthelocketwith!SoonLilahrealised.

HanneloreThompsonTheChaseStudentYear7

MollyHorneTheChaseStudentYear12

ABrightLight

Therewasanoise,Theroomwasdark,Therewasnoise,Abrightlight,Therewasanoise,Shadowslurk,Therewasanoise,Itwastenatnight.

Thelightbecameclearer,Aphonecase?Picturesmovingnearer,Afamiliarface,AunBe,isthatyou?

Framedwithinthephone,Ababyinherarm,AunBenotalone,Asenseofcalm,Itclicked!Thebirthofagirl!!!

Mymumspokeandsaid,It’sSarahBessie,isn’tshesweet?Myheartskippedabeat,Goosebumps,excited,whatatreat!

NinemonthsofwaiBng,You’refinallyhere,AbabyborninlockdownAndcarriedwithfear,Sarahissafe,screamingandall,Icannowsleep,Noworriesatall.

Awinkfrommymum,Thelightwasgone,Theroomagaindark,Nosignofsun,Butnowmyheartsings,Withpridethatshone.

FrejaWalkerTheChaseStudent

Year7

OliverRuddickTheChaseStudentYear7

JacobKelmTheChaseStudentYear7

Iwasinspiredbyreading'IslandMan',apoembyGraceNicholsthatwestudiedinEnglish.IwrotemyownversionincludingthethingIenjoymost-fishing.

DOG

LiHleearsassodasablanket

LiHleteethaswhiteasmilk

LiHlenosecoldandwet

LiHleeyesthatlookandblink

LiHleheartthatgoespiHer-paHer

AndaliHlebodythat’sfulloflove

StefanTodorovTheChaseStudentYear7

APOEMABOUTWALKINGADOG

Why,why,why,

DoIthinkeveryBmeyoutellmetogetinthecar

Yourfinallytakingmetothe

Hole-digging

Shoe-chowing

BuH-sniffing

Ice-creamstealing

Ball–licking

Amusementparkbutdefinitelynotformyshots

KatherineNisbetTheChaseStudentYear7

ThispainBngisabouttheNHSnursesandthebestandworstheadlinesofthecrisis

AmeliaJamesonTheChaseStudentYear8

IdecidedtocompilesomeofmyfavouriteinspiraBonalquotesfrommyfavouriteauthor.Ithenillustratedthiswithsomekeythemes

fromthebooks.

AnaPopaTheChaseStudentYear8

Iliveonthehillsandgoforawalkalmosteverydaywithmydog.Irealisedthateventhoughgoingupishardwork,theviewalwaysmakesmefeelhappier

soit’salwaysworththeefforttoreachthetop.AlthoughCoronavirusmakeslifedifficult,Ithinktherewillbegoodthingsthatcomeoutofitsoit

willbeworththehardship.IusedPowerpointtocreatemyartwork.MymumhastaughtmelotsofcleverBpsinthissodware

overlockdownandIlikehowyoucanmakewordsintoartworkjustbyplayingwiththeirshape.

EdwardBowenTheChaseStudentYear8

IsobelPeHTheChaseStudentYear8

EmilyMasseyTheChaseStudentYear7

ImogenScargillTheChaseStudent

Year10

ThisisapapercollagewithembroiderydetailthatisascenefromaroundwhereIliveinHerefordshirecountryside,Iwalkedmyvillageeverydayinlockdownandthesceneryuplidedmyspiritsimmensely.

InMalvernTown,NearWorcestershireIntheroomupfromthefireSleepingsodlynotasoundBeforeshe’swokenbythehound

SingingsongswithherDadSomeofwhicharequitebadEveninggamescausinghavocSiblingsbeingtelepathic

Cookingmealswiththe’fam’GoingshoppingforbreadandjamEverythingisohsoquietAllIhearontheradio‘Andfortoday’sriot’

ButwouldIchangeit?NotonebitIt’sbeenquiteniceI’lladmitButImissmyfriendsAndalltheirquirksSo,someonetellmehowthisworks?

IsthisourbiggestdownfallOristhisalessonforusallSo,forthatIamgratefulSo,keepintouchandmakethatcallSBcktoGovernmentguidelinesKeeponsmilingandwaveyoursigns.

NansiRobinsonTheChaseStudentYear7

Don’tworry,

I’llwait,

Ihavewaitedlong,

Notlongenoughtolosemytrust,

Butsoon,

Thatmightbeexactlywhathappens,

I’llwait.

Squeezingthroughthecrowds,

Youfeelclaustrophobic,

Butyoufeelfree,

Youlookupandseethemourningclouds,

Chinatowniswhereyoubeginthejourney

Forthischallenge,Idecidedtotryandmakeanartwork,Ididn’tdoitwithcrayonsorpencilsbutinsteadItriedusingPhotoshop.AlthoughmyfirstcoupleaHemptsdidn’tworkoutsowell,Iwasdedicatedtotryagain,andagain,andagainunBlIwashappywithwhatIhadcreated.

BorysLenczykTheChaseStudentYear8

3rd prize

HarrietSloan-KirtonTheChaseStudentYear9

LouScaifeTheChaseStudentYear10

Ihavepaintedthispieceusingwatercolour.ItshowswhatIthinkhopeis.

MadeoncanvasboardwithacrylicpaintandUniballpen.IchosetodothispainBngofMarBnLutherKingbecauseoftheblacklivesmaHermovementthatIhavebeenfollowingthroughsocialmedia.Iwantedtotakeitbacktowhereitallstartedwiththisfamousspeechanduseitasabeaconofhopetoinspirepeopletokeepupthemovementthatiscurrentlyhappening.

MaBldaColleHTheChaseStudentYear10

FreyaFirkinTheChaseStudentYear9

LucyQuintTheChaseStudentYear9

Allofuswishforhope.Someofusfindit,someofusdon’t.Butweallwantit,andweallknowitissomewhereoutthere.WaiBngforus,paBently.AndsomeBmes,hopecanbehiddeninthemostunexpectedplaces,arubbishdump,arainyfield.Whoknows,itcouldevenbehiddenrightinfrontofyou!ButsomeBmes,thepeoplewhosearchforhope,neverfindit.Itissad,really,thinkingthatyoumightneverfindhope.Youmaycheckeverywhere,up,down,ledandright.Butyounevercheckwhereyoudon’tpossiblythinkitcouldbe.Anditwouldbethere.Itcouldbesmall,big,huge!Anote,atextmessage,anewsarBcle,aplace,abuilding,anywhere,anything.Buthowdoyoufindit?Isitsimplychance,orsomethingelse?Yousee,itisthepeoplewhoreallyneedhopethatfindit,thehomeless,thestarving,thepeoplewhoworkforhope,nottheoneswhowaitforit,thatfindit.Thepeoplewhohavespenttheirlivesworkingforonegoal.Happiness,trust,life.Butthenagain,anybodycanfindhope,andnobodyshouldfeeltheycan’t.Hope,ofcourse,canbefoundanywhere,eventhemostunexpectedofplaces.

OllieThomasTheChaseStudent

Year7

EmilyKitcatTheChaseStudentYear11

EdwardBerryTheChaseStudentYear7

EllenRatcliffeTheChaseStudentYear7

WorldofHope

IsabelLockTheChaseStudentYear8

OliviaOsuigwe-GowingTheChaseStudentYear10

LillianBlakeleySubjectLeaderArt&Design

Thiswasmyentryto‘Grayson’sArtClub’onChannel4.Thethemefortheweekwas‘animals’andIpaintedmycuddlytoycalledCordRoy.TheprogrammehighlightedhowcreaBvityishelpingpeoplethroughthispandemicandthatiscertainlythecaseforme.

JudeHuntFacultyLeaderLanguages

Weatherthestorm

Donotletourfearsdrownus.WehaveweatheredthefloodsofCiaraandDennis,Wewillsailthroughthis.Donotletthedarkcornersofourfearsencroachuponthestrengthwithinus.

Togetherwearestrongerthananyillness,anyshadow,Anything.

Wemaynotbeabletohug,butwecanreachout,talk,appreciatethateachoneofusisfacingourownclouds,Andbringourownbeamofsunshinetolightentheday,

Thisisalongerstormthananyofushaveweatheredbefore,NodenialthatthisisatoughBme.EventhoughthesailswillbebaHered,andourshipschangedforever,Wewillreachsafeharbourifwereachouttothosewhoareindangerofdrowningintheirfears,Andsoassuageourownthroughhumanityandempathy.

Weatherthestorm:changesIthoughtI’dbealone,andlonely,Buthavehadthefortuneofbeingneither.Wordsintheetherhavefilledthevoidledbymissinghugs,Andsongshavecuddledmyears.

WehavetouchedVirtually,tantalisingly.WehavemetOnline,emoBconsreplacingaffecBon.

Voiceshavebeenoverlayedwithtruth,Thetruthofwhatweneedandreallyfeel,thewantofgreedremoved.GhostedrecordingsofthisBmewillberecalledinechoes,Weavingourstrandsintowinding-clothsofmemory;TragedieshuggedwiththelovegrownfromnegaBvespaces.

Wehavegivenourselvespermissiontoliefallow,ToallowthesoilofourlivestorestsoitnolongerweepsfromthesorrowOfabarrenharvest,thecropsofBmeandreflecBon.

Wehavemissedcrowdsandwelcomedgroups;Wehavemissednoiseandwelcomedbirdsong;Wehavefoughtthewar,andwelcomedpeace.

Wewillstepwarilyintotheburgeoningworld,ABraveNewWorld.

Wewillrushtohuginourarmsandholdclosethosewhostepthroughthatdoorwithus,Wewillhuginourheartsthosewhohavestayedintheshadows.WewillbeproudofthebraveryofSociety’sSoldierswhofoughtonadifferentfronttoourgrandparents,Whilstfearfulfortheirown;ThosewhosteppedforwardwithoutconscripBonDailyTofaceunseenshotsfrombehindbaHlelinesdrawninsilence.Thosewethoughtunimportantinanolderregimeofmateriality.

Wehaveweatheredthestorm.Astormwhichhasweakenedandstrengthenedusall.

Thisisaseriesof3poemswriHenforthecoronaviruspandemic,whichIperformedonlineataneventcalled‘SpeakyourPeace’runbyanAmericapoetcalledZachCabey–hisaimwastocreateaworld-wideaudienceovera5weekperiodtosupportpeoplethroughspokenwordandmusic.TheeventgainedviewersacrosstheUK,SeaHle,Boston,NewYork,Vancouver,Finland,PolandandGermany

Weatherthestorm:wehaveendured

Wereyoualone?Didyoumissme?AreyoustrandednowuponashorebuiltfromafreshfearAswere-emerge?

SBlltheanxiousfluHeringwithinyourheartandlistentotheechoesofthestorm,Theadermathofitsfadinginthesongofthemomentsitcreated.Momentsnowthattellofanewhope,anewtouch,Anewus.

IntheweatheringwehaveforgedachainofcreaBvitythathashuggedtheworldandbrokendownbarriers,wallsofdespair.Don’tletitschainsbreaknow.

Intheweatheringwehaveshared,openingbothheartsandearsToelectronicchannelsandnewcommunicaBons,Foundnewwaystofindourpeace,andinthesearch,newconnecBons.

Asthestorm’sroarfades,weneednotbeincontacteveryday,everyweek,everymonth;Let’snotpressureourselvesaswedidbeforetobe‘on’and‘doing’everysecond.

Butatthebreathofeverymomentlet’srememberthisnew-foundtouchofhumanity,Thisglimmeroflightinthedarkestofdays.

Let’snotforgethowthatfeels,AndinouremergencefromtheseconstraintsRememberweweredistantbutphysically,notsocially.

ThisisourBmetoshowthatHumanity,anditssiblingEmpathy,canendure.Let’snotwastethispreciousgidofBmeandreflecBon.Makethechangeandspeakyourpeaceforalltohear.

LeenaBatchelorPAtoHeadteacher

AmyRoseTeachingAssistant

ApoemanddrawinginspiredbyconversaBonswithfamily,friends,colleaguesandstrangersinsupermarketqueuesoverlockdown.

KatalinCooperMedicalRoomAssistant&parent

DuringEasterwehavepaintedEastereggs(Hungarianstyle)usingdifferentcolours.Thekitchenpaperweusedtorestourspoonssoakedupallthepaint.AttheresultweendedupwiththisbeauBfulrainbowcolouredpaperthathadsomedarkspots.Ijustthoughtwowhowmuchitrepresentslockdown.DespitehavingrestricBonsandbaddaywehavesomuchmorevibrantloveanhopearoundus.

Covenant

IthinklockdownhasallowedmeBmetogobacktobasicsandenjoythesimplerthingsinlife…TouseratherthanadmireandpolishmyKitchenAidandmakingbakedgoodies–especiallybread.

MyhopeforthefutureisthatIwillmakeBmetoconBnuemaking(atleast)breadregularlyandpassingonwhatIhavelearnedtomypupils!

BevSaunderHouseLeaderEvendine&FoodTeacher

RoisinMcKeeverDeputyFacultyLeaderCompuBng&Business

SarahDukesTeacherofEnglishandSustainabilityCoordinator

Iftheyhadkeptmaybethreepacesapart,maybe,justmaybetheleader,inhisridiculousheaddresswiththesilken,stolenfurs,fallingandyellingandrollinghard,mightnothavecrashedintoUnsuspecBngungentlemen,knockingandfellingandrollingthemtoo–Butthreepacesapartornot,eachhorse,onebyrapidone,dippedacurtesy,SoeachmanrolledandFell,PinsscaHering,likeabuHerflyflappingitswings,likedominoes,LikeaBnyshiningflaketoanavalanche.

Andanyway,thesunhadbeatenitswaythroughtoourdoe,parBngtheclouds,Spinningitsgoldenraytomakeantlers,Andthepipetsandwarblersgavegoldenfeathers,wrappedandwovenwithvines,Andpetalsdecorated,andgrassesplaited,Hardnutshells,shinyseeds,MotherEarthherselfofferedallshehadwithinthegreenglade,beneaththetallforest,withtreessothickanddenseandtall,AndtheveryfingersofthosegiantskniHedthisgloriousgoldenhopetogether,Aroundthetenderdoe,AroundproudArtemis.Soshelived.

TheChaseAtfirstitseemedasifaBnyflakeoflightplayedinandoutamongstdarkcolumns,Arayofteasingsunweavingthroughtreesthickanddenseandhigh,Likegiant’sfingersholdingupthesky.Closerandcloseritgot;Itslightcastapoolofdeepmoltengoldwithinagreenglade,Agoldenshadowthattwistedandflickeredintobranches,shiningboughs,Crownedatoparegalhead.Delicatefeatures,eyesshiningsharp,afurredandslenderneck.Shelidedoneforeleg,cockedanear,heldherselfassBllasBme.

Thehuntwasuponher.

Darkcloudsgatheredinherbrowas,withuncannyhearing,sheheardthesound,firstlightasdistantrain,fastturnedtofuriousthundering,Somanyhoovesdrummingtheearththegroundshookwithdreadfulfury.Thehorsesboiledandleapedandsprangtotheclearing,Andthesoundwasterrible.

Ourdoe,greatArtemis,stoodwithastrangesBllsweetness,facingtheterriblesoundofthunderoushooves,Bllthefullferociousforcereachedthepoolofgoldenshadow,moltenuponthegrass–Theleaderofthehunt,headcrownedwithahornedheaddress:deerskullandsilken,stolenfurs,Heldafingertohislips,tosignaltothoseotherungentlemen;Henodded–there–behindthetree,OurArtemis,hiding.Theforesthelditsbreath;Leavesquiveredtotheground,warblersandpipitsburrowedbeaksbehindwings:Sheputoutahoof,andstepped,dancing,intotheglade,Eyesbrightandwildandlonely.

Theleader,insectssnaredwithinhisstolenhairs,raisedhisbugle,blewawaythesilence,Sothetreestrembledashereadiedhisweapon.ButbrightArtemisstood,withwild,lonelyeyes,staringAshepreparedtolaunchalumpofleadintoherheart.

Thehorsedidn’tlethim.

Indeference,inreverence,thehorseboweditsheadtogreatArtemis,kneeledlowuponitstwofrontlegs,andtheleaderofthehuntFell.

TheBestisYettoCome…ThesmellofpopcornandslurpofPepsi,Freshpagesofanunreadadventureinthebackofthebookshop,Hundredsofvoicesworshippingthesameteam,ululaBngthesametune,Theelectrictwangofaliveguitar.Allofthesethingswillcomebacktous,tothosewhohavepaBentlywaited.Theywillcomebacktous,butbeHerthanbefore.

EshaJenkinsDeputyFacultyLeaderEnglish

JuliaHeronTeacherofArt

Mylockdown‘HYGGE’blanket

TheartofcreaBnginBmacy,cosinessofthesoul,absencefromannoyance,takingpleasurefrom

thepresenceofsoothingthings,cosytogetherness,cocoabycandlelight,afeelingofhome.Afeeling

thatwearesafeandshieldedfromtheworld.Moreabouttheatmosphereandexperienceit

evokesratherthantheactualobject.

Mycrochetblankethasbeenmycomforttogothroughlockdown.Tomeitfitsthe

definiBonof‘hygge’perfectly…