Monday, 21 March 2016

Scary mansion

I Charcoal storm clouds 
Rumble, barrelling towards me, 
as if they are volcanoes.

Shadow figures
Stare, they are spies floating 
Among the dead plants.

Sway in the dark sky 
Dead, not alive.

The rock shaped hedge
Sits stiff, not knowing 
What to do.

The mansion
Stands tall, guarding the 
Land which it lays on.

The boy yells, 
Stumbling up the steps, 
Fiddling with his fingers.

Sitting on the steps, the boy wonders.
What do I do now?
Why am I here?
What did I do to deserve this?


In This Poem I Have Been Learning to use similes and metaphors.

 My poem is multistructural because I have used many similes and metaphors, but my ideas don't have the feeling. I want them to have

My next step is to get the feeling I want it to have.

1 comment:

  1. Kaia, this comment really made me feel gloomy and spooky, I enjoyed how you used such descriptive words, and the detail in the words I saw as I was watching the photo,
    It reminds me of story's where the watch long towers and your poem made me wonder what would happen next it made me wonder abstract into future events and how the bricks might be related to clay.