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What are?

What are shiny?                                                                                                                                                                An iridescent puddle rippling as the soft breeze twirls past and a child’s bright, beaming eyes twinkling as they skip merrily into a sweet-shop.

What are cold?                                                                                                                                                                  A fake friends love, a snow-man’s icy cold heart longing to be warmed and an ignored smile.

What are heavy?                                                                                                                                                             A  beach-full of golden sand glistening in the hot summer sun and a forest covered in a thick blanket of trees and wild-life.

What are silent?                                                                                                                                                          The cold quiet whispers of the dead and the soft breeze dancing gently past.

What are hot?                                                                                                                                                              The never ending planes of Africa, covered in foot-prints, from the many animals that have passed and a blazing fire engulfing a building.

What are sharp?                                                                                                                                                              A new sword recently sharpened by a talented black-smith and furious shark-teeth snapping violently.

What are frozen?                                                                                                                                                          An icy pond that has aged by the many seasons that has passed and an ice-lolly, hidden in the deepest depths of the freezer.

What are deep?                                                                                                                                                           The ocean packed full of beautiful fish and other unknown creatures yet to be found and a dangerous pit of lions roaring ferociously desperate to escape.

What are loud?                                                                                                                                                                   A lost soul yearning to escape the horrors of death and the ignored cries of a neglected animal longing to be loved once again.

What are still?                                                                                                                                                                    The cold, dead body of a lost one and a child lost in thought.

 

One Response to “What are?”

  1. Sahib Cobham Primary October 15, 2021 at 10:03 am

    Lovely description in your fantastic poem.

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