Monday, 14 March 2016

Poetry from Art

The fire


The orange fire burns                                                                                                                     
Against my face.


The green grass
was once the floor
of a bouncy castle.


The tall evergreen trees
Were once skyscrapers.


The thick smoke
Is a pitch black room
With no air.


The distant sky is a blueberry,
inviting me in,
to help put out the fire.


The puffy clouds are dirty
candy floss, giving me
a warm feeling.


Where is the fire?
What were the people like before they died?
Is that the forest that my dad is planting?




My reflection
In this poem I have been learning to use similes and metaphors like ‘the bouncy green grass
was a bouncy castle’. My poem is currently multistructural because I can’t yet connect ideas to set an image to the same emotion. My next step is to try and set an emotion through the whole poem.

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