Reimagine 2020 - Creative Reponses

As part of #Reimagine2020 we're asking young people aged 13-25 to share their creative responses to how they would reimagine their life or the world different when lockdown ends.

Take a look at all the fantastic responses we've received so far on this page and don't forget to send us your responses and help spread the word! 

Drawing by Mari Hawman

Reimagine 2020 Creative Response - Drawing 1

How Could Covid-19 Change The World Video by Olivia Merrick

Short Comedy Film by Thomas Moore

Dance Response by Matilda Rowland

Short Film by Jas Nolan

Songs, Poems & Stories

When It's Over - Song by Lucy James

I take back what I said before,
I don't know what we control
I fear what's beyond these four walls,
But alone we grow 

So take what's left,
Hold it to your chest,
Just to feel some magic in this mess,
Although I know...

I feel like I'm chasing doubt cos everytime I think about,
The hurt, it's all I see
When it's over I will show you love like I have only told you
But first, I won't let this take over me 

The silence speaks for something more
Than I know, and it shows
Cant hold my head so self-assured
Tomorrow wont let go

Do I know what's best?
Take a moment's rest
But I need to live outside my head
I know, we grow...

I feel like I'm chasing doubt cos everytime I think about
The hurt, it's all I see
When it's over I will show you all the love I only told you,
I wont let this take over me

I feel like I'm chasing doubt cos everytime I think about
The hurt, it's all I see
When it's over I will show you love like I have only told you,
I wont let this take over me

Elephants by Frank Wilson-Caines

An epigram for a better world.

On my table at home I have a herd of wooden elephants. I’ve collected them all over several years, some I bought myself, others were gifted to me and then some I found upside down in a skip. I brought them all together, to live on my table.

Each one is different, crafted by a different hand, made in a different place, they all look different. At first they didn’t get on at all, they couldn’t see past their differences. Often they would fight, many would be seriously hurt, some broken beyond repair.

But then something happened. Something tragic that affected them all and they were forced to work together to overcome it. That’s when they realised that, yes, they are all different, all unique, but they are also all the same, all made from wood.

Now they don’t care where the other is from, China, Thailand, England or Sudan, they couldn’t care less. They don’t care if the other is bigger than them, smaller than them, weird looking or weird sounding. They don’t bat an eyelid if they see an elephant of a different colour, red, yellow, rainbow coloured, the usual grey.

And when a new elephant arrives, they don’t push them away, they accept them into the herd with open arms. They all get on in what one could describe as a certain harmonious tranquillity.

This newfound willingness to accept all that is different is a beautiful thing, we shouldn’t shun others because they are bigger than us, redder than us or because they are from a different place.

One thing you’ve got to understand, is that we’re all the human race.   

By Frank Wilson-Caines

Poem by Sam Porter

When I’ve been feeling depressed, I’ve been feeling low.
My anxiety’s creeping in, I don’t want to be alone.
Butterflies in my belly, not ready to leave my home. 
My emotions are driving me crazy and I shouldn’t be alone.

I stare at my clock, hours that have past me by...
I’m wondering when things will stop, so that the world doesn’t go to pop.
They tell me, "This will soon be over, All you need do is fight."
But what they seem to forget is, after each day comes the night and the uncertainty still remains.

And so I act along.
I play my part.
While facing this pandemic.
Slowly breaks my heart.

I Imagine - Poem by Chiara Fappiano  

I imagine people waking up in the morning
Being able to go outside
To be able to get in the car,
And go for a real fun ride

Doing what they want
Without wearing those masks
Not to have to queue for miles
When doing the simplest of tasks!

I Imagine people seeing friends in real life
Where they don’t always freeze on a call
They probably have grown up so much
They will say “Wow you’re so tall!”

For schools to be open for children
Who won’t miss Mum’s teaching, EVER
They will see all their teachers and friends
Who they never want to leave again. NO NEVER!

I imagine them to be able to watch the news
To not be always so scared
Even though I know I (as the world)
Have always been well prepared.

I can’t wait for this to be done
To appreciate people who care
How much longer have we got to wait?
“Hello old world my friend are you there?”

I know I am supposed to protect you
I really want the virus to go away
For a wonderful world that I will be again
We just have to wait for that day.

What I imagine, is it too much?
Virus, I will tell you what I want from you
Please can your leave us alone
That’s what I’d like you to do.

Love from the World xxxxx

I imagine poem by Chiara Fappiano

Through My Window - Poem by Amelia Banks

If Covid-19 hadn’t come around, what would I be doing now,
Staring through a pane of glass, at the beautiful, blossoming, green land mass,

I definitely wouldn’t be stuck at home, moping and bored and all alone,
I’d be out with my best of friends, laughing and playing until the day ends,

I wouldn’t be sat here staring at the sky, watching time pass me by,
I’d be up that tree, touching the clouds, above the towns and bustling crowds,

I wouldn’t be wondering what to do, face a frown and feeling blue,
I’d be exploring the great beyond, on daring adventures and having fun,

My 18th birthday would have been better, hugging my family instead of reading a letter,
I would be partying all night long, dancing wildly and singing funny songs,

I wouldn’t be struggling to complete college tasks, pacing the house and wearing silly masks,
I’d have my friends to help me out, those girls I cannot live without,

But maybe this is for the best, the Earth is finally getting a rest,
So, I’ll wait patiently to go outside again, and watch the world from this side of the pane.

Poem by Autumn Beddoe

Who defines what’s normal?
And how do we get it back?
As a country we’re still fighting,
But we can’t see the attack.

We’ve been through battles and wars, all for a cause, that will keep us moving fore-ward

Not fast forward,
There’s no rush,
We will wait until it’s our time before we push,
Push... push forward.

To be normal again is to go back
Before this attack,
Forget the hope, the connection,
And our Thursday clap.

To reject all the healing of ourselves and the Earth,
Why are we all so scared of a new birth?
A new revolution where the evolution starts with us,
And our ways.

The new ways we will choose to move forward,
When it’s time,
And swap the pauses for plays.

Up In The Air - Poem by Karen Turnbull

Development and innovation,
The genius of the human mind,
Setting us apart,
From the natural world.

We learnt to fly,
Without wings,
And use electricity to make light,
Night and day simultaneous.

We’re running faster and faster,
Building higher and higher,
Our minds sharper and sharper,
But our smiles weaker.

Is the building up,
Worth the chopping down?
After all, I’m not sure
Which way is up.

We shout and we stomp
And shake the ground.
But a slight tremor of the earth
Can knock us all down.

Important to who?
Important, how?
Faster is not further
Fallen flat on your face.

Searching for miracles, but
It’s all fool's gold.
Destroying an old
To make a new.

We are all living miracles,
For the sky to be blue,
And the air to be clear,
Pollution is no genius.

Mother nature doesn't charge us
To stay on this earth.
No invoice -
The rent for this month.

I want, never gets,
Greedy hands take what they please,
But time and space,
Is all that we need.

The finish line,
Doesn’t have to be,
Breaking point.

Until The World Begins Again - Poem by Lauren Winson

I scrub under each cuticle, thumb to index finger,
Aloe vera soap soaks memories:
Salve on sore shoulders, sunshine slices skin
Bubbles peeling gradually in an ache of waiting.

Milk over-boiled, disembodied skin floats until tooth-pierced.
Bitterness swallowed in cardboard cups.
No recollection of a room- only waiting. 

Complimentary hot chocolate sweetens clinical fears.
Waiting for my mother’s elongated shadow 
In labyrinthine corridors of locked doors.

I plot expeditions, 
Compose an ornamental cartography:,
Locations I long for, whilst house-sealed. 

This brave new world unshelves a sanctum of my mind.
I
uncurl blushing pages of strawberry bleached paperbacks.
An ode to dog eared corners along country roads.

I covet cracked bus seats, 
Embedded with passenger heat and nicotine,
To step through unzipped doors,
Onto feverish tarmac of unfamiliar streets.

Ceramic glisten of reminiscing hand,
Painted strawberry jam cupcake,
Keepsake from ‘08,
Flecked brush wavering in childhood’s grasp.

Or seashells entwined, their swung-together cackle,
Like copper coins clattering onto concrete.
I’ll press my earlobe whorl into a seashell’s clasp,
But hear no tidal roar.

If only we’d run strings across the city,
We could lick salt from shells,
As sand crackles between our teeth,
To speak to one another. 

Contemporary Dance Routine by Clara Linford

Creative Response by Jocelyn Johnson

Video Monologues by Chloe Williams

Dance Response by Scarlett Allitt

Prom Movie by Molly Carter

Monologue by Imogen Uphill

Poem Collection by Kai Bools

Kai Bools Reimagine Poem Response

Kai Bools Reimagine Poem Response

Drawing

Reimagine 2020 Creative Response - Drawing 2

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