In the latter part of this week, we have been creating our own performance poems using metaphorical language. The children have come up with some fabulous ideas. Here is Frankie’s:
I scuttle along the street like a lonely soul
While my feet ‘flip flop’ on the cobbled pavement.
I spy a figure ahead, my eyes concentrate threateningly like a terrorist
At any moment I could pounce upon him.
He comes closer, bending down onto his knees
His eyes loll around like a pair of lifeless legs, trawling up an ice cold mountain.
My mouth suddenly pierces, it is a razor ready to kill
I open it carefully then get ready to bite the flesh of off his rough arm.
Thoughts of a criminal ponder in my mind
So many possibilities but only one chance.
I am a rat.