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What are you?

You are the ear-piercing sound of people rushing around in London.

You are the taste of sweet, fluffy marshmallows in a pocket.

You are the sound of music to my ears.

You are stranded in a rainforest waiting to be saved.

You are the impossibility of

hot ice, rainbow clouds

and non-sticky syrup.

You are the smell of perfume, filling the room, with a sweet rose scent.

You are an abandoned child on the side of a boiling hot road, surviving hunger.

You are the smell of stinky monkeys in a tiny enclosure.

You are the smell of burning fire in a crackling building.

You are hot like magma in a volcano, as cold as the classrooms during covid and as normal as earth.

You are the happiness we feel, like a full stomach after a roast dinner.

You are a horseshoe stranded in a muddy field, waiting for it’s hero.

You are the tick-tock sound of a clock, on a barren wall hoping to retire.

You are the finish line.

 

 

 

 

What are You?

What Are You?

You are an unknown

element waiting to be uncovered.

 

You are a silent scream,

reflecting in and out of the barriers of danger.

 

You are a unique and frail

china doll, seated uncomfortably

in the the glass walls of a fragile cupboard,

hoping you won’t be posing in there forevermore.

 

You are the impossible question,

waiting for what will never arrive: an answer.

 

You are the bitter taste of a freshly cut lemon,

concealed in a grandma’s jumper pocket.

 

You are the smell of fear,

creating a cruel nightmare,

worrying a little girl.

 

You are a curious cookery book,

determined to interpret every step of life.

 

You are pain,

scraping violently into the hands

of an undeserving little boy.

 

You are as slow as prey,

as fast as a predator,

and as quiet as air.

 

You are a book’s pages

and a candle’s flames.

 

You are the impossibility of

a cold volcano,

the end of a rainbow

and a fast snail.

 

You are the end of this story, but the beginning of another…

Summer’s ‘You Are’ Poem

Summer’s Poem

You are the smell of delicious cooked chicken ready for my belly.

You are the sound of howling, swirling winds in a ferocious hurricane.

You are in picturesque Brixham waiting for the glorious sunshine to peep through the riggings on the Golden Hind.

You are the scent of sweet lavender that goes in my washing machine.

You are a cute kitten as squeaky as a  mouse.

You are the sound of an abandoned forest, lost in the darkness.

You are a juicy lemon being squeezed for my refreshing lemonade.

You are the end of a long train journey.