3.en.49 Great microstories! From a poem to 29 versions. “Brevity is the soul of wit”

Where do poets get their inspiration from? the Muses?  What about writers? This is the first set of  your microstories. I will publish the rest as soon as you type them in Google docs. I am really impressed. Robert Graves’  poem “Legs”  triggered your response, which was great indeed.  Your versions of Graves’ poem are varied and fun.  I  hope you enjoyed writing them as much as I enjoyed reading them . Check how witty and surprising  your classmates texts are. You,  the muses and Robert Graves’ inspiring poem deserve all the credit. My proof reading has been limited to a couple of words. Congratulations again! 2nd ESO E might be a class made of wannabe writers and nobody has noticed it…

With Emili, you have been working with scientific microstories https://1esoe1011.wordpress.com/2012/03/29/3-es-50-microrrelatos-cientificos/ Your stories show that you have grasped the potentiality of the genre and that long stories are not necessarily better than short ones. Remember Polonius’ words  in Hamlet brevity is the soul of wit” 

2nd ESO E 2011/12 microstories  unchained by   Robert Graves’ poem  “ legs”

Toni Torner

Yesterday morning I was walking along the street when, suddenly, I saw a bike that appeared from the upper part of the stairs. It did a big jump, and then it landed onto the stairs, without falling to the ground. All the people were very surprised (or scared), but not because of the jump. They were surprised because who/what drove the bike wasn’t a person, they were two legs, two legs from the knees down.


Marina Escarpa:

One day, in the morning, I was talking  with my left leg about our relationship because it was getting worse. This day, I saw my left leg with another right leg. I was destroyed and my heart was blind. At night,  my right leg and me had a argument about the event and finally we broke-up. I was happy and sad with myself, but I was born again.


Elena Flaquer:

I woke up, in the middle of the night, or that’s what I thought. I opened my eyes and jumped out my bed. I went downstairs, barely awake, and got an umbrella. I got out to the street and stood under the rain a few minutes, holding my umbrella. I was surprised because there were a lot of legs, wandering around. I put my umbrella down, to see the people. I chuckled, surprised.  Was I dreaming? Was that possible? The legs were just legs, walking without knowing where they were going. Coming, going, walking, running. A few drops of rain fell on my shoulders while I was looking to that show, amazed. The rain on the road kept on tapping loudly, and the shoes of the legs splashed in the water. I asked myself, may I start walking like them? I touched my shins, and suddenly, I woke up, but this time I was really awake. Did I dream that? Most probably. I took off my sheets and stared at my legs. They were there, intact. Yes, I dreamt it. But it had been the best dream I’ve ever had.


Ariadna Balufo:

I was walking along the road on my way to my house. I was looking down, thinking about all my problems. Then it seemed that the road started to move like a ribbon on the air.
There were lots of people going in opposite directions.
Suddenly, my alarm clock rang, it was a nightmare!


Marta Serra:

The last time I saw my legs, they were running by the wet road full of puddles. I tried to call them but they couldn’t listen to my voice and I saw how they disappeared against the gray sky.


Silvia Martin:

Two tiny, beautiful, silky legs. They had a small or large problem depending on how you think about it. But let’s get to the point, their problem was that they didn’t find the rest of their body. They went on looking for it for a long time, but they didn’t know what  it  looked like. One day they were in the park trying to get tan. And suddenly they heard someone crying behind them. And so there it was! a beautiful body crying because she couldn’t move and the legs realized that this espectacular body was theirs. They decided to hang out together. Today I still don’t know if they managed to make it work.


Jhazmín Mármol:

I am a puddle of the forest. I’m never alone, sometimes birds bathe with my water. Yesterday something amazing happened, I think magical. A pair of legs were reflected in my water. When I closed my eyes for a moment, suddenly, those legs were 4! From this day on they have always been together, playing and running without stopping.


Maria Santos:


-they have a rhythm ( 1,2,1,2, left, right, left, right)

-they can walk, they can run, they can jump, they can’t fly.

-they can’t be separated.

-you can’t control them.

-they are legs and they are free.


Marga Bauzà:

I’m a puddle in the woods, I feel like my surroudings are wet and the smell of cold in the air.

The shoes and the legs of the people pass over me and I hear that they say: -Oh! The water of this puddle is very cold!

Some animals come and drink from my water, and when the sun reflects its light, I turn bright.


Vladislav Nikolov:

One night I saw two legs with two shoes running, so I followed them. They ran in a very narrow street, but I followed them. The shoes started to run towards me, and I only saw 2 legs with 2 shoes. I was an inspired poet, so I wrote about it.


Clara Mulet: THE RAIN

Some people hate me, some people love me. Some people use umbrellas when I fall, some people prefer to enjoy the water. I only know that when I fall from the clouds it is as if I did skydiving. And I like it so much!


Miquel Blanch:

One day a man got up and saw that he had lost his legs. He found them alone and sad. So he asked them what had happened and his legs told him that they didn’t  want to stay with him because he never did sport and his legs where bored. So he promised them that he was going to do sport and he recovered his legs.


Júlia Mulet

Hello, I’m a puddle. I’m going to tell you a secret: my hobby is watching the anger of the people when they step on me. Wait! Oh my god, the poet in the grass is coming with his sons wearing rubber boots. Splash!…


Isabela Igorova.

Message from an umbrella.

Today I have to stay  home, because the sun is  shining outside. I know that you only think about  me when the day is grey and cloudy. No one can protect you like me when the drops fall down from the sky and crash in your black hair.


Andrea Fernández:

Hello, we are two legs without body. We search a body without legs. The body has to be friendly, beautiful, funny… And you have to like walking  and running over the puddles, which is  fun. If you are interested, call to : 156239654 . If you call now , we’ll give you a pair of shoes!


Andreu Vidal.

Legs are useful for lots of things: to cycle, to play football, to do karate… But I think the most important thing that we can do is take a walk with them and think in all things in which they help us.


Josep Pomar

One rainy day in the afternoon, when I was returning home from work I fell down in the grass near the road side. When I got up, I saw that there were no people walking in the street. They were all legs and I didn’t know what was happening because the umbrella didn’t let me see the whole body of the people walking in the street. I was so scared and I fainted but I got up in my house watching TV.


Isidro De La Torre

I was there, in the center of the road, nobody in the street. Everything was very dark when suddenly a big car stepped on me. I dispersed and disappeared. I was a puddle and this is my death story.


Joan Vidal

There was a roadside full of legs, without their bodies, just  legs. Some were entering the shops and some were running, with trainers. It was a cloudy day and I was sick, I thought it was real, but it was not.


Goran Dimitrov:

Two legs are running, two legs are walking.

One leg is running, one leg is walking.

-Where’s my left one?


Joan Sebastià Bosch

That day was horrible, legs began to appear in the buildings, stepping on all the puddlels of the city and constantly splashing and splashing and annoying everyone. These were somebody’s legs, but just the legs, with no owners, walking without control.


Tomás Golomb:

When Robert Graves was going to his house along a little road, he heard a sound and coming out from a bush he saw a pair of feet. Robert was scared , it rained and he ran. He slipped, but quickly he got up and went home and he was safe. After this time he never saw anything like that again.


Ariadna Oliver;

Confessions of a leg.

I, a right leg, I see things from an unique perspective. My knees, my waist, my belly button and neither my eyes can see the world like me. From down here everything is so big, everything is so simple. From down here I really understand that everything falls down. From down here I can see how other people progress. When you’re down here you learn how to appreciate what you see, even  small ones. When you are standing on the ground you can see how quick things progress, you also realize that the others do not care what happens around. Come and go and never stop.


Marina Bàrcenas:

LEGS 1: Hey Robert!

LEGS 2: What are you doing Robert’s legs?

ROBERT’S LEGS: I don’t know. I’m lost.

LEGS 2: Oh, Good luck, bye bye. I have to go to my sister’s house. Sorry.

ROBERT: What is this? I see only legs!

(Robert’s legs start to run)

ROBERT: Eh, where are you going? I need you.



3.en.47 Poetry: ” legs” by Robert Graves

Onomatopoeia  is a word that imitates or suggests the source of the sound that it describes. Onomatopoeias are not the same across all languages. Onomatopoeia is one of the resources of language more often used by poets than prose writers; this is because poetry is made for the ear as well as the eye, and depends more heavily than prose does on sound-effects.

Robert Graves was an English poet who lived and died here in Majorca. He is buried in a beautiful

place. Do you know where?2076-14p

In these verses  from a poem called “legs”, he uses onomatopeia to make us think of a rainy day.

Read the poem aloud. Now you know what a gurgling sound is, don’t you?

And the gutters gurgled

With the rain’s overflow

And the sticks on the pavement

Blindly tapped and tapped

Robert Graves

Tap, tap, tap,

What’s tap dance?EB5042-002

In Gene Kelly’s famous tap dance in the rain, he stands with his big black umbrella under a gurgling gutter overflowing rain.


tap, tap, tapping in the rain, Clip, clip, clip……Xof,xof, xof

gurgle, clapoteig, borboteo

Well, now that you know much more English, you are ready to read the whole poem. We’ll recite it together in class. It is an intriguing poem.

Legs… seem to run away… out of control

let’s see if you like it

Difficult words:

rout  (raʊt)
— n
1. an overwhelming defeat
2. a disorderly retreat
3. a noisy rabble


3.en.102 Poetry festival at La Caixa: Josep and Paula on stage

This evening we really enjoyed the poetry show at La Caixa. Your classmates, Josep Pomar and Paula Gomila, did a great job. They only rehearsed a few hours and were very professional on stage. There were some students representing 1ESO E and supporting them:  Paula, Marta, Marga, Ariadna,  Ritish, Sergio, Joan Sebastià and Vladis. Ask them  and find out what the show was about. A few hints to raise your curiosity… and a bit of gossip too

There was an old radio on stage

There was an old travelling trunk...

There were boys and girls from other schools

We discovered that Josep is a very good dancer

He danced with a very tall girl…

Paula was on stage barefoot

After Paula recited her poem, a  very tall boy with curly hair touched Paula’s hair

There was a professional actor on stage too…

There was a poet who recited his poems...

The poet recited a poem that made us feel hungry… with lots of food…

There were even some verses in English “monkey man” “monkey man”…

There were poems in Catalan and in Spanish. Emili and Bernat, your Spanish and Catalan teachers, were there too… Ask them about the show and the poems.

I have to apologize because my pics and videos are not very good, but if Paula’s mom sends me the video she recorded, I will uploaded it to the blog.

See you tomorrow and Congratulations for your good job!

3.90 Poetry and the arts: More onomatopoeia in William Carlos Williams’ verses


With Emili, you have been talking about the arts and watching some famous paintings. Sometimes, painters have turned to poetry or literature for inspiration and sometimes  poets have found inspiration in paintings.

So, I would like to show you two examples of  two poems by a  famous  American poet, William Carlos  Williams.

  • The first poem was inspired by a painting from Pieter Brueghel, Children’s Games (1560)

In Brueghel’s painting, there are more than 250 children playing all kind of games. Some of the games have not changed much in four centuries. I know the quality of the pic is not so good and the charachters are tiny, but you might recognise some of the games that are  still played in the 21st century. No consoles on the horizon.

Have you ever had a Where’s Wally book? Well, if you look carefully at this painting you’ll see that there are many things going on as in Wally’s books.

This is William Carlos Williams’ poem

Children’s Games

William Carlos Williams


This is a schoolyard
with children

of all ages near a village
on a small stream
meandering by

where some boys
are swimming

or climbing a tree in leaf
is motion

elder women are looking
after the small

a play wedding a
nearby one leans

an empty hogshead


Little girls
whirling their skirts about
until they stand out flat

tops pinwheels
to run in the wind with
or a toy in 3 tiers to spin

with a piece
of twine to make it go
blindman’s-buff follow the

leader stilts
high and low tipcat jacks
bowls hanging by the knees

standing on your head
run the gauntlet
a dozen on their backs

feet together kicking
through which a boy must pass
roll the hoop or a

made of bricks
some mason has abandoned


The desperate toys
of children

imagination equilibrium
and rocks
which are to be

and games to drag

the other down
to make use of

a swinging
with which

at random
to bash in the
heads about

Brueghel saw it all
and with his grim

humor faithfully

  • The second poem of Willian Carlos Williams (1883-1963)  is much shorter and is full of onomatopoeias. This time, the poet did not get inspiration from a painting. It was the other way around. An American painter,  Charles Demuth (1883-1935), who was born the same year as the poet  was inspired by William Carlos William’s  poem  The great figure to paint this work.

  • Does it look like a detailed photo?
  • Is it an abstract painting?
  • Does it look like a poster?
  • Are details important , as in Children’s games?
  • What about colours?

It seems William Carlos Williams wrote  The great figure after watching a fire engine streak past him on a rainy Manhattan street.

This is the poem:

The Great Figure 


Among the rain
and lights
I saw the figure 5
in gold
on a red
fire truck
to gong clangs
siren howls
and wheels rumbling
through the dark city


by William Carlos  Williams.

We shall read the poems aloud in class and talk about them. I only want you to try to imagine the sound made by the fire engine passing by, at full speed.

Which instruments would you use to imitate the sounds?

gong clangs 

siren howls

and wheels rumbling

Have a look at some pics of fire trucks.


3.en.87 on a poetic mood: Taylor’s onomatopoetic poem

Today, Taylor did not come with us to the poetry workshop, but she was on a poetic mood. She read our post on onomatopoeia and decided to give it a try.

This is her contribution to our poem archives:

“Sneaking Out” By Taylor Ault

As I creep through the house,

my shoes squeak on the floor.

While I try to go outside,

I bang the door.

When I turn on the car,

the engine starts to roar.

Soon I hear a loud pop,

just my luck, the tire tore.

I get out of the car,

thinking, what a bore!

Being quiet is just too hard,

For me, no sneaking out anymore.

It’s great, isn’t it?  Now, we only need some sound effects and a good recording. Let’s see if we can convince Taylor to do it for us.


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3.en.86 Poetry workshop at Caixaforum



This morning you participated in an interpretation workshop at Caixaforum. For many of you it was the first time on the stage, wasn’t it? Now, you will not be so shy when you have to read or talk in front of an audience.

I think you did a very good job and your poem readings improved a lot after doing the exercises proposed. You see, there are techniques to learn how to use your voice and how to read in a meaningful way.

I could not wait until the end of the workshop but the groups I liked very much the groups I saw and the warming up exercises.

  • Did you notice that in some of the warming up exercises you worked with alliterations and tongue twisters?

Here you can see two of the poems that  you worked with this morning.

Do you remember the technique you used to express  paradoxes in Pablo Neruda LXVI  love sonnet?

Paula, María and  Andrea had to face the audience or the wall depending on the verses they read.

  • Do you think it worked?
  • did it help you understand the poem?
  • Can you think of other techniques that helped you express the poem meaning?

The first poem we heard this morning, “T’estim però me’n fot”, is from a Majorcan poet from Manacor, Miquel Àngel Riera. It opens with a paradox too. We listened to a recording by an actor, Pep Tosar. who read it for us. I’m sure you realised how important it is to use your voice effectively.

T’estim però me’n fot. No em resta gaire
de suportar la humiliació del vòmit
vital que és estimar. Ja fineix l’hora
dels finestrals oberts, les dents polsoses,
les taques de pantaix per les solapes
i dels taurons pels músculs o dreceres.
Se’m fonen tots els ploms de la mà dreta
sols que et toqui amb dos dits, arrapadissos,
per integrar-te en mi. Però s’hi encenen
aurores boreals que són contagis.
T’estim però me’n fot. Som a l’espera
del llamp reblanidor que ens amalgami
i t’encasti en mi tant, que pugui dir-te:
-Ja t’estim tant, que et pots morir quan vulguis.

  • Did you like the outing?
  • Did the workshop help you enjoy and understand poems?
  • Are you less shy to walk on the stage and face an audience?

Now, remember  we must go to see our classmates. Maria, Álvaro and Josep,  in the poetry show that will take place in May. We’ll be an enthusiastic audience!

Post your comments to the blog for Monday 11th

Here follow the  group  summaries of the activity.

1-Who was the author?
* We took a poem of  Miguel Angel i Pol.
2-What was the poem about?
*The poem was about a couple that broke up and they decided to live a new life.
3-What was the technique that Franxesca used to help us to interpret the poem on the stage?
The teacher used some different techniques to help us on the stage; for example, in our group we sat on the stage floor and we moved the feet back to represent the past and forward to  represent the future

Written by Isabela, Jhazmin and  Marina

-What was the poem about?
The poem was about a man and a girl that met each other in the traffic line. The man loves the girl but the girl does not love him and he said to her that if she does not love him now then he isn’t going to love her.

-Who was the author?
The author was Joan Margarit.

-What was the technique Xisca used to help us interpret the poem on stage?
The technique was that when we said a positive thing we had to walk towards the audience, and when we said negative things we had to walk backwards.

  • *Written by Marta Serra, Silvia Martin and Ariadna Balufo


Who was the author?
– The author from our poem was Federico García Lorca.
What was the poem about?
– It was about a bullfighter who didn’t want to see blood.
What was the technique that Franxesca used to help us to interpret the poem on the stage?
– She said that we had to interpret the poem with different expressions such as:  being angry,  being scared,  being  furious…
Did it work?
– Yes, it worked very well.

  • Written by: Miquel, Pau Campomar and Noé.

* Name of the poem : No te quiero porque te quiero.
* Author : Pablo Neruda.
* Theme: This poem expresses love , hate , remorse and revenge.
* Technique : When we expressed positive things , we faced  the audience , but when we expressed negative things we faced  the wall.

  • Written by : Maria , Paula G. and Ariadna

* Who was the author?
We don’t remember the name of the author.
* What was the poem about?
-The poem was about the  wind.
*What was the technique Xisca used to help us interpret the poem on stage?
-She grabbed our arms and we had to try to go forward, and she stopped us.
* Did is work?
-Yes, it did.

  • Written by Alvaro, Joan and Vladis

3.en.85 Some poems to open your appetite

On Thursday, we shall take part in a poetry workshop in La Caixa.

Here follow some fun poems to open your poetic appetite. Enjoy!

I Eat

I eat apples-
crunch, crunch, crunch
I eat sandwiches-
munch, munch, munch
I eat lollipops-


I do not like the way you slide,
I do not like your soft inside,
I do not like you many ways,
And I could do for many days,
Without a soft-boiled egg.
lick, lick, lick
But I eat ice cream
quick, quick, quick!

In these little poems you can find many onomatopoeias. Do you know what onomatopoeias are?

An onomatopoeia is a type of word that sounds like the thing it is describing.1. Match the following sentences to the onomatopoeia that describes them. 

A plate being dropped on the floor.
A balloon being burst.
A gun being shot.
Someone eating crisps.
A light being switched on.
A fierce dog.
A small bell being rung.

Can you think of any more onomatopoeias? List them.