I would take the taste of
an ice cream freezing my mouth and giving me a brain freeze in the Sahara desert.
I would take the sound of
the sea waves, splashing against my body – cold, frozen.
I would take the taste of
marmite toast,
melting butter, warm and hot In the North Pole.
I would take the sound of
The Pacific Ocean splashing against my body like getting dunked in ice.
I would take the smell of
the Japanese flag then eat the rainbow down the oesophagus.
I would take the taste of strawberry cake slices like thick sponge on vanilla ice cream, a water melon made of strawberries and a book by Enid Blyton,
I would take the touch of the sun melting in a winter wonderland.
A wood fence making me get splinters, and water from a warm lake.
I would take the smell of a rainbow on a cold windy day.
the window of a classroom,
and paper from the ninetees.
I would take the sound of water waves crashing against sea walls, birds tweeting in wildlife
and wind blowing against are faces.
I would take the sight of the colour pink dancing in a talent
show,
the moon in the day and the sun at night and trees with orange and red leaves.
IF I WAS CALLED TO CREATE A MASK
I would take the sound of
midnight wings flapping in the morning breeze,
the flying spell coming from a unicorns silver, sparkling horn
and the magical white snow from Mount Everest.
I would take the taste of
lightning jumping through the sky,
ice skaters twirling and spinning
and hazy mist licking an eerie landscape.
I would take the smell of
smoke from Apollo 11 thumping down onto the moon,
the fiery flames from an ancient fireplace
And the lava crawling away from a faraway volcano.
I would take the touch of
clouds as hard as the door to a deep, dark dungeon,
the sun as cold as ice cream
and snow as hot as chilli.
I would take the sight of
laughter as big as the universe,
BY Eleanor
I would take the sight of
A thoughtful tree dancing in the strong winds,
The dull street you saw many years ago,
and the leaves running from the oak tree.
I would take the sound of
my cousins joyfulness and terrified tears,
The wind pushing the clouds,
lava launching itself through the sky.
I would take the smell of
of happiness shimmying up my spine,
the sunset enjoying the view of the sea dancing, the dog running from the picture it’s trapped in.
I would take the taste of
the moon cooking spicy chicken,
the chick running from the oven,
ducklings hating by the picnic.
I would take the touch of
the quickest eagle in in the solar system,
the flying diamond dancing though the night
lightness beaming though the great nights darkness.
I would take the sight of
A thoughtful tree dancing in the strong winds,
The dull street you saw many years ago,
and the leaves running from the oak tree.
I would take the sound of
my cousins joyfulness and terrified tears,
The wind pushing the clouds,
lava launching itself through the sky.
I would take the smell of
of happiness shimmying up my spine,
the sunset enjoying the view of the sea dancing, the dog running from the picture it’s trapped in.
I would take the taste of
the moon cooking spicy chicken,
the chick running from the oven,
ducklings hating by the picnic.
I would take the touch of
the quickest eagle in in the solar system,
the flying diamond dancing though the night
lightness beaming though the great nights darkness.
I would take the sight of
the sun burning like a microwave,
a jaguar tiptoeing into the city
and Mo Salah’s feet racing.
I would take the smell of
chocolate being crunched like a squirrel eating its nuts,
nice aftershave giggling in the drawer,
and tropical fruit juice frowning at your appetite.
I would take the sound of
scraping noises like people screaming,
trees shouting at lumberjacks – destroyers of the Earth,
goal posts running away from frightening footballs.
I would take the taste of strawberry cake slices like thick sponge on vanilla ice cream, a water melon made of strawberries and a book by Enid Blyton,
I would take the touch of the sun melting in a winter wonderland.
A wood fence making me get splinters, and water from a warm lake.
I would take the smell of a rainbow on a cold windy day.
the window of a classroom,
and paper from the ninetees.
I would take the sound of water waves crashing against sea walls, birds tweeting in wildlife
and wind blowing against are faces.
I would take the sight of the colour pink dancing in a talent
show,
the moon in the day and the sun at night and trees with orange and red leaves.
I would take the sight of a
golden lucky leaf,
a bad blood sword,
and a golden bar hitting the ground.
I would take the touch of
venom taking my body,
a flaming volcano,
and the Earth exploding.
I would take the taste of
a golden poppy floating in the sky,
a black hole taking everything,
the water slapping my face.
I would take the sound
of Bess’s bark at the tractor in the nearby fields,
the purr of a newborn cat
and the whine of a panting puppy.
I would take the touch
of the glistening water in the swimming pool of a bee,
fire in an aluminium prison
and a vase of floating lava.
I would take the taste of a Big Mac on Antartica,
a melon made out of dogs
and a blade of wood.
I would take the smell
of elderberries in the wild,
painted plastic pizza melting in a mouth of matches
and a silly salmon with salmonella.
I would take the sight
of an erupting volcano spewing out ice,
an evil dentist torturing the patient
and a blob of ink.
I would take the sight of
a shooting rainbow stretching out wide ,
a magical silver tree with stars hanging,
and a golden ice pinecone that makes wishes come true.
I would take the smell of
fairy sugar and a purple Milky Way,
a banana thrown onto a cloud,
and the Rings of Saturn that can spin like a dancing monkey.
I’ll take the taste of
sweet, shiny, red, fresh, sparkly, mythical, yummy strawberries,
and a tiger-carrot, shaped like a horse cantering over a tree.
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