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If I was called in to create a mask…

 

I would take the sound of 

someone flipping in the air, 

or a summersault through the

 softest grass.

I would take the sight of

A boggart biting the soft air,

Someone eating spells from Mars,

Or the smoothest star flying in the midnight sky.

I would take the sound of

Fireworks sizzling in the beautiful midnight sky,

Tap dancers, dancing on the fluffy white clouds,

Or popping candy, flying away to unknown galaxy’s.

I would take the smell of

Crazy cookies flying up my nose,

Story’s , racing everywhere,

Imagination, making ideas fly. 

I would take the taste of

Ice cream, dancing round my mouth,

Thoughts, passed from my head,

A million blossoms, from underground worlds.                                                                                

If I was called in to create a mask…

I would take the smell of 

 petrol and fill the whole world,

 ice cream pulling me towards it,

 the wind flowing in mid air.

 

I would take the taste of

 caramel melting in my mouth,

 a rainbow pouring down my oesophagus,

 money getting chewed 10 times a day.

 

I would take the sound of

 a rally car’s revs, 

 a JCB pulling with all it’s might,

 and the wind shouting.

 

I would take the sight of

an elephant jumping and cracking the earth into ash!,

hippos bathing in the mud,

and Mr Parry belly flopping into a pool.

 

I would take the touch of

 a baby’s bottom,

 gold getting thrown in the air,

 a finger touching a finger.

If I was called in to create a mask…

 I would take the sight of 

a golden stone shining in my eyes like golden embers, 

the sun melting  ice creams into a puddle of flavour,

the blue ocean splashing waves at shimmering rocks.

 

I would take the sound of

the wind blowing secrets into your mind,

a rock being thrown into the river,

an alarm walking you up in the morning.

 

I would take the smell of

a rain forest blowing steamy pictures into your mind,

a Beautiful smell of a glittering rainbow dancing over my head,

a new book just been bought from a shop.  

I would take the taste of

an apple sitting on a tree patiently,

a sweet just been dropped on the floor,

a dog treat just been forced into your mouth.

 

I would take the touch of

 a rain drop dancing in the light of the moon,

a fluffy angry polar bear cub about to jump on its prey,

the moon smiling at me with happiness .

If I was called into create a mask…

I would take the sight of

 a golden bar falling down from Local Bay on Uranus,

and a flying bicycle driving to the moon –

after the solar system, next to the farthest galaxy on the moon.

 

I would take the smell

of a golden dinner pulling me into the kitchen of heaven.

then to the top of a dragons tower breathing in the smoke, 

then down a monsters throat 

down to the core of the monsters prey.

 

I would take the taste

of  a rueful rose filling the air with mesmerising sounds of a violin,

singing and dancing with the birds – down the garden of harmony.

 

I would take the touch

 of a rainbow glittering the rainforest.

 

I would take the sound

of a beautiful singing bird tweeting away its songs all the way to

its beautiful singing burrow.

If I was called in to create a mask…

I would take the sight of 

baby calves escaping their pens,

the dinosaur, Blue, eating meat in Jurassic World as a volcano erupts,

and tractors feeding sheep with a bucket full of grain.

 

I would take the taste of

pepperoni sitting on a couch

the colour blue dancing on the stage

and someone eating a subway .

 

I would take the sound of 

the sea crashing against the wall,

legs running and mouth huffing on sports day,

and books rustling.

Magical Colours

I put on the blue mask 

And saw the evening sky glooming over me.

I put on the mask of red 

And saw my ripened strawberry tree

Sitting proud like a the Mhoddey Doo on top of Peel Castle.

I put on the mask of yellow 

And felt slowly melting butter,

Trickle down my fingers.

I put on the mask of purple 

And felt my head transforming into 

A tasty grape.

I put on the mask of white 

And felt fluffy clouds as soft as powder.

Evie’s Poem

I wore the blue mask and saw 

a big blue whale diving into the sea

and a blue Smurf jumping up and down with excitement.

I wore the blue mask and saw 

an elegant bluebell waving around in the wind

and a bright shining blue coat hanging on a blue chair.

I wore the purple mask and saw 

a gleaming violet notepad with purple drawings in it

And yummy juicy grapes sitting on the table.

I wore the orange mask and saw 

a basket ball bouncing towards me,

a flame spurting from a match box 

and a goldfish swimming around in a big tank.

I wore the pink mask and saw 

cherry pink candy floss instantly melting in someone’s mouth,

a calm rosy pink flamingo balancing on one leg

and some raspberries about to roll off the table.

The Rainbow Mask

I wore the blue mask and saw 

bubblegum ice cream melting in the earth’s core, 

the teacher’s folder waiting patiently for work to be put in it

and a large blue whale obliterating every other sea creature. 

I wore the green mask and saw 

a spiky cactus ready for action, 

the pastel mint sea glimmering on the sand 

and the rough chair swinging with the reading person on it. 

I wore the white mask and saw 

a pair of turtle doves singing in the opera, louder than ever,

the polystyrene squeaking and bursting everybody’s ears 

and a sheet of paper being scribbled on by a minuscule toddler. 

I wore the yellow mask and saw 

a summer sunflower singing amongst the grass, 

the hundreds of grains of sand drifting away with the summer breeze 

and a creepy cat’s eyes on a dark, spooky night shining in the lamp post’s light. 

I wore the pink mask and saw 

a blossom tree swaying in the garden, which was full of petals, 

the elegant shrimps flipping royally in the cold ocean

and an empty pencil case ready for good use. 

I wore the red mask and saw 

a single, solitary rasher of warm bacon, 

the wild fire roaring in the magical forest 

and a jolly Christmas card with its stamp on, ready for posting. 

I wore the orange mask and saw

a stripe of mustard from the rainbow up high in the track-filled sky,

the Halloween pumpkin scarcely cut out and placed on the front door 

and a jar of marmalade in the Brown’s kitchen saying Paddington’s marmalade, Do not touch!

I wore the brown mask and saw 

a spiky conker shell lying on the forest floor, 

the best bar of Wonka chocolate placed on the kitchen table

and tree bark filled with sticky sap, untouched. 

I put on the black mask and saw 

a calculator working out maths sums for the intelligent children, 

the car tyre going over a pot hole and getting a puncture 

and a sorrowful crow stealing food from the cafe. 

A poem for Pie

I wore the blue mask and saw

A blue crystal flower singing a harmony 

The water fall shining in between dusk and dark  

and a bird with magical blue wings, circling the flower.

I wore the pink mask and saw 

A pink sunset eating up the blue sky at dawn 

with the pretty pink lake 

shimmering with an ombre effect

And the butterfly of rainbows shimmering pink in the sky.

I wore the purple mask and saw a                        

Fluttering pixie fly through the evening air,

shimmering sea with an purple affect like an Iolite

and a graceful, beautiful, majestic, purple butterfly.

I wore the yellow mask and I saw 

daffodils dancing in a harvested field, 

farmers dressed in yellow to represent  the yellow dancing daffodils

and all the majestic corn.

I wore the red mask and I saw 

A bright,  beautiful  sunset with a fluorescent sun,

thousands of red fairies dancing in the sunset 

And a lovely melody for the robin in the apple tree.

Orlaith’s poem for Pie

I wore the blue mask and saw

A diving humpback whale

A blooming bluebell

And a blue felt-tip pen swiping

I wore the yellow mask and saw

A tall beautiful sun flower 

And a sour taste of lemon

 A yellow pencil gleaming 

I wore the mask of purple and saw 

A small purple flower 

And a small purple butterfly

And a purple boat 

I wore the red mask and saw 

A big field of poppies 

And the Manx flag 

And a spicy chilli

I wore the mask of white and saw 

Big fluffy clouds

And soft white cream 

A big lump of snow