Frankenstein Rhyming Poem

Eliza and Eve did an incredile job of using a rhyming poem to retell the story of Frankenstein.

Frankenstein by Eliza and Eve

Victor’s mother took one last breath,

But her heart shone like the moon.

He was sad about his mother’s death,

And had to do something soon.

The graveyard was scattered with chipped, grey stones,

And on the ground lay a severed head.

Next to it sat a pile of decaying bones,

Victor stood in the territory of the dead.

In his laboratory surrounded by jars,

Victor worked tirelessly day and night.

Attaching limbs and sewing up scars,

He was about to get a shock and a fright.

The creation opened a dull yellow eye,

Victor had created a beast.

His friends and family about to die,

The monster had been released.

Frankenstein Haiku

We used poetry as a way to retell the Frankenstein story. Libby, Evie, Luka and Ameera used a series of haiku poems in their retelling. Enjoy

Frankenstein by Libby, Luka, Evie, Ameera

Volume I

Victor Frankenstein

Lost his beloved mother

Wanted to cure death

Volume II

The eerie graveyard

Is where Victor stole dead bodies

For his creation

Volume III

Beakers and test tubes

Bloody sharp surgical tools

Laboratory

Volume IV

He worked day and night

Finally, he had finished

Sewing the stitches

Volume V

Electricity

Brought the creation to life

One dull eye opened

Volume VI

A blood-curdling scream

Finally, free from his chains

Smashing everything

Volume VII

Victor hid in fright

He rejects his creation

Monster takes revenge

Frankenstein Trailers

Be aware these trailers are truly terrifying!

Frankenstein by Libby

Frankenstein - A Gothic Novel by Libby

Chapter I Volume I

The wind howled through the trees, and pale streaks of lightning cracked the sky. The moon started to hide behind the dark misty clouds. The rain wept against the coffins of the dearly departed. The old, broken graves lay in an eerie graveyard shielding the dead. Moss and lichen covered the names of the long forgotten. Lost souls stayed inside of the old, rusty, black fence. It was here in this place of the long forgotten that a man named Victor Frankenstein dragged a life-less corpse from the ground.

Chapter I volume II

Victor’s muddy brown, shoulder length hair hung lifelessly against his face. He had electric blue piercing eyes. His face was pale from being up all night. Victor who was devastated about his mother’s death became obsessed with collecting body parts for his creation. Tired, determined, excited he worked day and night non-stop in his laboratory.

Chapter I volume III

The Laboratory was like an abandoned abattoir. The packed wooden shelves bent under the pressure of hundreds of beakers and jars with unspeakable horrors inside. The small, flickering flames of candles surrounded the laboratory and every minute grew smaller. Victor had securely locked his windows and doors with padlocks, planks of wood and chains. The unmistakeable aroma of rotten flesh and bubbling liquids filled the air. Victor’s workbench was covered with bubbling liquids and surgical tools and under his bench was discarded organs and severed limbs.

Chapter I volume IV

In the middle of the Laboratory hung Victor’s creation. He was eight feet tall with skin the colour of ashen grey. His large muscular limbs were pieced together by uneven stitches. The creature, who moments before had been life-less, opened one dull yellow eye and let out a scream. The creature then broke free from his chains. Trembling, Victor remained hidden from sight. Suddenly, the monster started breaking the barriers and chains holding the door and window shut. The monster was trying to break free. He kept smashing things up until he had a space big enough to get through. The monster was gone.

 Little did Victor know that his actions would cost the life of his loved ones. Victor would spend his life regretting his decisions and ask himself who was the real monster? 

Frankenstein by Ameera

Frankenstein - A Gothic Novel by Ameera

Chapter I Volume I

The grieving mist gripped tightly onto the graves not wanting to let the dead depart. Raindrops pattered on the blanket of sodden leaves and thunder growled overhead. The mossy, ruined gravestones stood like soldiers preparing for battle. Moss and lichen covered the names of the long lost and forgotten. Bending willow trees stood like mourners around an open grave. It was here in this place of the dead that Victor Frankenstein dragged a lifeless corpse from the cold hard ground.

Chapter I Volume II

Victor, who had piercing blue eyes quickly walked out of the graveyard. The man had hazel, shoulder length, wavy hair. The young scientist, who had eyes the colour of the deep blue sea, desperately searched to find the cure for death. He had a ghostly paleness and a serious determined expression on his face as he returned to his laboratory. Exhausted, gripped, frenzied, Victor worked every possible hour experimenting in order to find the cure for death.

Chapter I Volume III

The laboratory was as dark as pitch black smoke. The shelves groaned under the weight of jars, cups, and test tubes. Each container held the severed body parts of Victor’s previous experiments suspended in liquid. The small flickering flames of candles made a puddle of wax. The rough, black door was securely shut with wood and chains. The unmistakeable aroma of rotten flesh and damp soil filled the air. Victor’s workbench held book’s and surgical tools and underneath lay flesh and peeled skin.

Chapter I Volume IV

In the centre of the laboratory an eight feet tall lifeless body hung suspended by large strong metal chains.  His large, muscular arms were covered with ragged stitches. The skin of the monstrous creation was grey like a wolf hunting for prey. Slowly, a blood red eye opened and he let out a piercing scream. Shocked, bewildered, and confused, the creation stared at his master furiously. A moment later, the monstrous grotesque creation snapped the chains holding him. The hideous creation terrified Victor. The monstrous growl of his creation caused Victor to quickly hide in the shadows. The massive muscular monster then crashed and smashed his way out of the laboratory leaving a trail of destruction behind him.

Little did Victor know that his actions that night would lead to him losing everyone he loved. Victor would spend his life regretting his decision and ask himself ‘who was the real monster?’

Frankenstein by Maisy

Frankenstein - a Gothic Novel by Maisy

Chapter I Volume I

The wind wailed longingly as it gripped tightly onto the graves not wanting to let the dead depart. The lightning struck across the sky sending a bright silver arc splitting the sky in half. Moss and lichen covered the engravings of the long dead and forgotten. The old grave stones made sinister creaking noises as if they were going to topple over. The overgrown nettles strangled the decrepit crumbling graves. In the distance there was the hooded figure of Victor Frankenstein

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Chapter I Volume II

Victors jet black, unkempt shoulder length hair hung lifelessly around his snow white face. Victor who had a raven tailed coat like burnt ash walked determinedly between the slabs of stone, shovel in one hand and a sack of severed limbs in the other. The young scientist, who had eyes the colour of electric blue waves, desperately searched for the cure to death and disease. Victor hurried back to his laboratory to continue with his gruesome experiments.

Chapter I Volume III

The laboratory was as dark as the shadow of the grim reaper. The shelves groaned under the weight of the hundreds and thousands of beakers and test tubes filled with unspeakable horrors suspended in liquid. The candles scattered across the room formed huge wax puddles under the desks. The secure oak door was securely barricaded shut with thick planks of wood. The unmistakeable aroma of rotten, decaying dead flesh caused Victor to gag. As Victor was working on his creation a pool of blood was forming at his feet and rotten, discarded body parts piled up on the floor.

Chapter I Volume IV

In the centre of the laboratory hung an 8 feet inhuman, unnatural creation strapped to strong heavy metal chains. The skin of the creature was rotten, decaying and ashen grey. His limbs where muscular and pieced together with uneven ragged stitches. Suddenly the creation opened one blood red eye. Frightened, shocked, confused the creature woke up and stared at his surroundings.  The creature, which had moments before had been lifeless, let out a blood curdling scream. With a monstrous roar, the monster broke free from the laboratory.

That night Victor had cost himself everything…

Dearest Elizabeth

Victor Frankenstein left his home and future wife Elizabeth to attend Ingolstadt University. Taking on the role of Victor we wrote to Elizabeth to explain why we left.

Dylan

Niko

Rory

Victor Frankenstein Character Description

We wrote character descriptions of Victor Frankenstein during his time at Ingolstadt University.

Victor Frankenstein by Vincent.

Victor, who was quite tired, had piercing electric blue eyes and a determined expression on his deathly pale face. He had books on death and illnesses under his arm. Victor walked with a small limp back from the library. He wore a thin, burnt ash black coat, which was several sizes too big and his hair, which hung lifelessly on his shoulders was lank and unkempt. Victor was still devastated about his mother’s death and this showed on his skeletal face.

Victor Frankenstein by Jake

Victor’s raven, shoulder length hair hung limply around his exhausted face. His swallow tailed long coat moved in the breeze as he hurried back from the library. Victor, who had skeletal, sallow skin, was lacking sleep due to the long hours he spent in his laboratory. Inspired by his mother’s passing, his electric blue eyes desperately searched through his books in order to find the cure for death.

Frankenstein Fonts

We selected a word from our Frankenstein vocabulary and then recreated it in the style of an old horror film poster.

Frankenstein Acrostic Poetry

We collaborated on acrostic poems as a way to explore some of our Frankenstein vocabulary

Tom's Homelearning

Tom created this fantastic clay model of Frankenstein's monster, Brilliant work Tom!

Vincent's Homelearning

During the half term break Vincent made this incredible model of Frankenstein's monster. Brilliant work Vincent.

Frankenstein Knowledge Organiser

Electricity Explanantion by Sarah

Here is Sarah's explanantion on electricity and electrical circuits.

What is Electricity?

Electricity is a source of energy that can be generated by many things such as batteries, the sun and wind power. Electricity is used to power many things such as lights, radios, cars, trains, hairdryers and much more. These items all contain an electrical circuit. An electrical circuit is a path through which an electrical current flows. You can build a simple circuit to see the flow of electricity in action.

What do you need to build a circuit?

To build a circuit you will need wires, batteries, crocodile clips and a bulb or any other receiver.

How do you build a circuit?

First, gather the necessary materials and check each part carefully because any damage might result in an electric shock. Next, place the batteries into the battery pack. Make sure they are the right way round in relation to polarity (+, -) so that the electricity will flow through the circuit. After that, attach one crocodile clip to each of the metal circles on the battery pack. A few moments later, attach the other end of the crocodile clip to the metal screw of the bulb holder. Then, repeat with the other wire so that the two wires lead from the battery to the bulb holder. Finally, you will have formed a circuit and as a result electricity will flow through the circuit and light the bulb.

Plasma Ball

Dylan brought in his plasma ball for us to experiment with. We were inspired to write creatively about our experience.

Plasma Ball by Jake

Slowly, I took my hand and placed it on the sphere. “Arghhh!” I yelled. Paralysed, hypnotised, intrigued, as soon as I touched it I heard a buzzing sound like a swarm of bees ready to sting me. Suddenly, I realised there was a creature inside the orb.

Quickly, something jolted towards me and I felt my hand getting hotter and hotter. Soon, I discovered it was looking for somewhere to escape.

The monster’s arms reminded me of lightning bolts coming wave after wave down to earth. Almost instantly, it retreated back into its starting position because it had failed to find it’s exit to the rest of the world.

Plasma Ball by Niko

Cautiously, I placed my hand against the glass. I watched the creature come to life as it jolted towards me at an unbelievable speed. It was desperately banging on the glass hoping to find a way out.

Frightened, scared, terrified, I laid two hands on the orb. It let out a piercing scream like nails being dragged on a blackboard.

The mysterious creature’s tentacles reminded me of red and blue lightning strikes jutting across the skies. Burning brightly the creature wrapped itself back into its starting form.

The Breakfast Machine

We found a way to help our Year 6's with some last minute SAT revision.

The Breakfast Machine by Georgina

Are you desperate to squeeze in some last minute revision? Do you want to start your day with a nutritious breakfast? Do you want to combine the two with a perfect time saving solution? "Yes, yes and yes!" I hear you cry! Luckily I’m here to help you with a few simple instructions that will help with your difficult SATs.

You will need

Ramps

Pool balls

String

Tape

Toasters

Hammers

Book

Cup

Bread

Jam jar

Pulley

Hammers

Bicycle wheel

How The Machine Works

1. Firstly, the page (which is attached to a string) is turned
2. The string pulls the cover off the jam jar releasing the heavy pool ball (It is not though a ball for a pool!)
3. The pool ball quickly descends as it goes down the ramp.
4. Moments later, the pencils release hammers that strike the toasters causing toast to pop up unexpectedly. The toast allows the ball to continue on it's journey.
5. Suddenly, the ball falls into a pulley before travelling down more ramps.
6. In a flash, the ball falls into a cup which is placed on a bicycle wheel.
7. Finally, the weight of the ball causes the wheel to turn bringing a piece of toast swinging into your mouth.

Hope this helps with your SATs! 

Willow Plate Narrative

We worked collaboratively to rewrite the Willow Plate poem as a narrative adding more description and using a range of sentence types.

The Willow Plate by Table 3

Many years ago in China there stood a garden where every shade and hue of blue was represented within the carefully arranged flower beds. From sky blue petals of hydrangeas to royal blue irises, the garden was a sea of blue. It was here that the Emperor, who had ruled for many years, stood and watched the soldiers leave to capture his beloved daughter.

Safi

Running, the princess raced across the bridge while the loyal, heavily armed soldiers ran speedily in pursuit.

Shared Writing

The beautiful, elegant princess took the hand of the young, courageous man and escaped the prison grounds. Gripping tightly to her lover’s hand the princess breathed heavily as they approached a boat. Clambering, the couple climbed aboard the vessel and fled to an abandoned cottage on a nearby island.

Malachi

The Emperor went ballistic when he had discovered his daughter had disappeared. He ordered his soldiers to capture the princess and to kill the handsome young man. The soldiers tracked down the couple to a cottage and set it on fire

Tom

As the cottage burst into flames and the roof started to crumble the flames licked the couple’s flesh. Then like magic, two birds, who were the colour of the ocean, appeared from where the lovers once stood. They fled from the island and never returned.

Hana

The Emperor was confused, troubled, worried about the loss of the princess. With a weary sigh, he drooped in sorrow. Slowly, his arms transformed into the gnarled, twisted branches of a willow tree. His body was now a brown, bending trunk and tears fell from the leaves like rain drops.

Niko

He wept and wailed surrounded by a sea of blue. For not a day went by without him missing his daughter. It all happened in ancient China, a long time ago.

Willow Plate Newspaper Report

We used Tony Mitton's Willow Plate Poem as inspiration for newspaper reports. Here are Vincent's and Gabriel's reports. 

Gem Discovery!

We wrote newspaper articles based on our gem panning at Castleton. We may have embellished a little!

Girl's Gem Journey by Ameera

Luka's Amazing Gem by Luka

Viking Poetry