This senses poem includes lots of figurative language such as personification, adjectives, alliteration and metaphors that the children of Swinton Fitzwilliam Primary school gave me during a poetry workshop about life down the mines for the poor Victorian children in Britain.
Their individual ideas were so good that I wanted to share them all, so I have combined them in one rhyming poem, and underlined the phrases that came from the children which demonstrate these many figurative language examples.
I’m glad I never saw….
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The empty black canvas Of the uninviting mine Revealing a world Where the sun doesn’t shine. |
I’d hate to have heard….
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The deafening silence of The sweet canary’s code Warning of the creeping threat Of gas which could explode. |
I can’t imagine the smell…
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Of death and of fear As together they dwell With sweat-covered bodies, As muscles excel. |
To taste…
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The choking thick dust Of the air all around As the picks of the miners Relentlessly pound. |
The teacher referred to the using of each others inspiration and ideas as ‘being a magpie’; in other words taking something that you like and using it yourself. I hope that children will do the same as they learn from my ideas, and begin to develop them and make them their own, adding their own uniqueness and style.
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