Monday, 14 March 2016

Mansion


                                                              Mansion


The trees are knights 
guarding the plant

The cactus needles
are sharp knives, scraping me on my legs.

The ploughed fields 
are in ordered rows.  

The storm clouds
erupt in the gloomy sky.

Who lives in that house?
Maybe there's a storm coming?
Why are there so many cactuses 


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My reflection 
In this poem I have been learning to use metaphor and similes in my poems and other writing. I think my poem is relational because I have lots of ideas that are connected to an image. My next step is to connect to an emotion inside the reader's mind, and help others to write metaphors.






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