I had a go at Michael's book idea for creating poetry! I used Wuthering Heights. Here are 3 poems I came up with:
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Up the garden causeway
the pervading spirit of neglect
twisted round her head.
He rose,
a born and bred gentleman
eager to greet.
He refused her hand and
shook her head instead,
thinking it best.
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Hide your face.
Be off!
A stranger’s interest,
an object of amusement.
Trip merrily on!
My expectations are satisfied.
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Impelled to see through my rudeness,
a respectable character
perceived decay,
black gaps and
creeping moss
woven into the heath
beneath a benign sky.
No idea if they make sense or are any good but it was fun!!!!
I particularly love the line "He refused her hand and shook her head instead"
ReplyDeleteI'm going to have to try a couple of these and see how they turn out, yours are great, you chose a great book to try it out with :)
Thanks Laura! It was good fun lol xxx
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