Archive | May 11, 2021

Storms eye

 

If I were summoned

to create a treasure,

I would take:

The slither of medusas snake, 

the speed of a cheetah in its prime speed,

 

And the harmony of a dozen harps playing in unison,

 

the strength of a horse’s kick,

 

 the sharpness of a silver dagger,

 

And the brutality of a vicious three – headed dog,                                

 

the crack of an earth shaking quake

 

the burning ash of a body being cooked,

 

And the flick of a mermaid’s tail,

 

the intricacies of a human body,

 

the melody of your favourite song,

 

A snakes petrifying eye,

 

And the smile of a funny clown,

 

the jaw of a large megalodon,

 

the rumble of thunder and lightning,

 

the peak of the tallest mountain,

 

And the time of the equator to get cold,

 

the scream of a winds howl,

and the chubby cheek of a child.

 

What are?

What are pretty?

A group of daffodils dancing in the wind of serenity, beautiful blue butterflies and a turquoise teddy cuddled up under a baby blue blanket.

What are cold?

An amazing smooth chocolate ice cream, a frosty fence at the front of school and a lions heart when it is all alone.

What are hot?

A sunny day, a red hot sand and a cake when it has just come out of the oven.

What are empty?

A cardboard box, a lonely leopards heart and a juice bottle after you have just drank it.

What are shiny?

A million dollar diamond, a piece of glistening brand new piece of glass and a piece of cold ice.

What are?

What are easily lost?

Time is easily lost when your playing with your friends and within a click, it’s time to go inside and go to sleep under shining stars.

What are cold?

A heart when it’s been broken for years and not been mended, filled with tears and cut in half.

What are lonely?

A dog when its beloved owners leave for work waiting and waiting in the cold breeze for its parents to arrive at the cottage door.

What are memorable?

A bowl that has been in an old, grumy cottage for centuries and every year a family of four visit to see the bowl that everyone loves.

What are hot?

An overwhelming  with a roast dinner inside ready to feed the whole family.

Making treasure together by Ruth

If I were summoned 

to create a treasure, 

I would take:

The mysterious scent of a poppy,

The aroma of chocolate-chip cookies,

And the smell of freshly mown grass

The sound of bird song,

The splash of fish in water,

And the swishing grass in fields

The speed of light,

The joy of children 

And the smiles of people all around

a magical wonder

The magical wonder

If I were summoned by a God I would take.

clusters of dust and clouds of gas that would swirl around the centre like the wall to the centre of a hurricane. Strong currents keeping shape.

Wings of the mighty Zeus, a bow with the blessings of a thousand Gods, the rush of a storm of darkness, the tune of the last Gods.

Shrugging of the coming storms powering through the sky, darkness reigns supreme when light is not around, The thinnest piece of the darkest slate.

The seed of the fastest f1 racer, speeds inside of Jupiter’s red spot, the hardest hurricane in the Universe, most powerful twister on this planet, a thunder storm louder than all.

The cheeks of a baby, mounts over the earth, lush green hills and fields of the United Kingdom as well as the sight of the stars on a clear night. The albums of all, those who have fallen you shall not be forgotten.

Terrifying treasure

If I were summoned to create a treasure, I would take:

 

The smoking bullet fired from a mechanism of which fires lead ammunition at terminal velocity until it makes contact with an object of which prevents further acceleration or gravity prevents it from continuing it’s movement often fired with malicious intent,

The broken blade from a powerfully swung sword,

And the baseball bat swung at a ball with great strength.

 

The screech from scraping metal,

The noise from a giant explosion disrupting the night,

And the bang of a gunshot.

 

The smell of freshly baked cookies,

The smell of a wet dog,

And the smell of newly fallen snow.

 

The taste of perfectly picked raspberries,

The taste of an amazingly cooked steak,

And the taste of a bag of crisps.

Tornado’s Eye

If I were asked to summon a treasure, I would take:

The feather, which is fluffy, from a Humming Bird, my friends because they make me laugh and a cricket ball and bat, so I never get bored,

 

the beach whenever it gets cold, the milkshake factory so I never get thirsty and 300,000 personal chefs, so if I want to eat food I’ll get it in a millisecond,

 

the speed of Usain Bolt, so I can beat my friends in a race, the ice cream shop so I can get Ben and Jerry’s vanilla ice cream and a football encase my friends want to play with it,

 

the Burj Khalifa, so I can see the beautiful view, the Lamborghini brand if I need to sell any to get some money, the cricketer Virat Kohli, so he can train me in fielding, batting and Brett Lee to help me with my bowling.

 

Withdrawals – By Alejandro TJS

Once I am called to gather a treasure, 

I will withdraw:

 

The sub-zero chill from Pluto’s sky,

The soft breeze in which a bird can fly,

The calming noise of bristling leaves,

 

The radiating warmth of coffee in the morning,

A radiator on a winter day,

And the heat of a newly lit fire.

I would take… By Mustafa TJS

I would take, a feather of a burning red Phoenix. 

I would take, a piece of rock from Mount Everest

I would take, a drop of water from a enchanted lake.

I would take, a part of a steel plate inside a underground sewer.

 

I would take a flame from a burning fireplace. 

I would take volcanic rock from a volcano

I would take a scale of a dragon’s patterned back.

I would take, a dark cloak, with secrets to be told.