“I smelled the smell of Winter Air” Odes and Ekphrastics with Dulles

At Dulles, we discussed and learned about two types of poems that represent memory with imagery. We read Nikki Giovanni’s ‘knoxville, tennessee’, which inspired us to reflect on our Thanksgiving dinners and other happy memories. Then we looked at Natasha Trethewey’s ‘History Lesson’ and translated poem to image, and then image to poem. Take a look at our work below:

Mr. Bridges

4th-6th Grade


‘The Car Ride’

By Maliyah V.


My sister driving


The music was a loud blast of

the artist Drake


The car was a swift of a

car freshener


The taste of the hot Wendy’s

she has gotten me


And the warm touch of the fluffy

pink carseats along with the soft

case I was holding



By Jayshawn T


My friend was Doing her happy Dance

once the plane came and I smelled the smell

of winter air.


The Hangout

By Santana P.


It was Thanksgiving break Brian

came over

he stayed

for two

days and

we played games

it smells like

fresh paint

We went upstairs

To eat dinner

and after we

watch Youtube

then we

repeated the

same days


The Walk

By Maliyah V.


The bright lights from the buildings to the



The plain green leaves growing up from

the grown beneath.


The girls in the Box

By Kayla T.


The girls in A

Box doing numbers

one is write 4 one

is write 3.


And one write 2.


(Inspired by Jacob Lawrence)

MoMA | Jacob Lawrence's Migration Series


Artistic renditions of Natasha Trethewey’s ‘History Lesson’:


Drawing of two people in the water, one holding a camera at the other, beneath the sun. By Noreyay A.



Drawing filled by sand on the bottom. The top blends from black to blue, with a circle that could be the moon or the sun taking up the space. By Anastasia R.



Drawing of a person lying on the brown beach in their green swimsuit, with a hat. The sun shines down on them in a single beam through a cloudy sky. By Delonte.



“Writing poetry makes me feel like I can see myself, like I can see my reflection, but not in a mirror, in the world. I write and I know I can be reflected.”
-Oscar S.

“Writing poetry makes me feel free.”
-Buenda D.

“Writing poetry is like your best friend.”
-Jessica M.