Monday, 14 March 2016
Chinese Wonton Eating Monkey Land #2
So here I am, at my birthday party, and my friends arrive.
“Hi Lucy!” I say enthusiastically.
“Hi Sophie” Lucy says, bored. “You really should have chosen balloons”
“I don’t care about your opinion” I say angrily.
“Woah” Lucy pushes away. So do I. I don’t even care anymore. She can think what she thinks, but I’m just gonna go into my room.
In a heartbeat I get sucked up into a colourful, sugary mess…
made of colourful sugar
are balloon men that flap
around in the breeze.
made of sugar
are tiny little grains of quicksand,
ready to swallow
A band sing:
“lalalalalala sing a happy song”.
The band people are like monkeys,
Wait… those are monkeys... with mustaches... and beards…Aaahhh!
I ask the monkeys why they are so happy.
They shout enthusiastically
“It's the president's birthday!”
I steal the bands mic and sing
“It's a long way to the shop
if you want a sausage roll!”
a princess of pure beauty,
floats along the sugar,
making a long line in the sand.
“BEST SONG EVER!!!!!!” She screeches. She joins in the song with her electric ukulele.
“President,” I say sweetly.
“I have a few questions for you.”
“Go ahead” She says soft and sweetly.
“When will I go back home?”
“Once you have learnt your lesson”.
“What is my lesson?”
“You’ll find out”.
The last thing that I did in that world was ask that president what her name was.
And the answer was Sophie Watt.
So I decide to be kind and go to Lucy and apologise.
“I’m sorry that I was mean to you” I say, genuinely.
“Hey, it’s alright”.
And that is my story of how I am the way I am now.
When writing this poem I have been learning to use similes and metaphors. My poem is currently at multistructural because I can write similes and metaphors but they don’t connect and create the correct image. My next step is to create the correct image in the readers mind.