Poetry Play Thursday – Shadow
Welcome to Poetry Play Thursday!
Last week was so much fun, I can’t wait to see what you do with the following prompt! I thought your poems could prove revealing. I guess we’ll just see now, won’t we?
ME & MY SHADOW
Line 1: My shadow wears
Line 2: [an item of clothing described]
Line 3: [another item of clothing described]
Line 4: [a third item of clothing described]
Line 5: and [he/she] knows
Line 6: the order of things
Line 7: [His/Her] hair is like
Line 8: [description of hair using simile]
Line 9: My shadow is a [______________]
Line 10: [phrase using metaphor]
Line 11: [continue the metaphor]
Line 12: [complete the metaphor]
EXAMPLE
My shadow wears
black boots with spiked heels
polyurethane pants
soft leather dusters
and she knows
the order of things
Her hair is like
a bolt of silk midnight
My shadow is a panther
smoke and mirrors, stealthy
striking quickly
to protect the innocent
by Pamela Sweet
Okay, friends, show me what ya got! I hope you’ll share your poem with us by leaving it, or a link, in our comments. Have fun!
Tags: me, poem, Poetry, Poetry Play Thursday, shadow
Hi all hope all are doing great
My shadow wears
The ghost of my grandfather’s overalls
Slick red bandanna looped around his neck
Big handmade straw hat denying the rays of the sun
And he knows
The order of things
His hair is like
Grey smoke in the morning mist
My shadow is my spirit
A seed planted in hard ground
Carved out in virgin soil
Where no shadow ever crossed
Donald Rhodes
I did it your way-then my shadow wanted her own say too, so there are two posts:
http://onthewrongsideofthemirror.wordpress.com/2009/05/14/me-and-my-shadow-take-i/
http://onthewrongsideofthemirror.wordpress.com/2009/05/14/me-and-my-shadow-take-ii/
Both were great fun-thank you for the prompt.
My shadow wears
a silver cape
a scarf draped
on beaded nape
and she knows
the order of things
Her hair is like
the phoenix fire
My shadow is
a bell-topped spire
tolling desire
in her dark wake.
Very nice everyone! Mine has no period theme this time – you’re sobbing, I know.
My shadow wears
A hard hat,
A flak jacket,
A bullet-proof bodysuit.
And she knows
The order of things.
Her hair is like–
It doesn’t matter what it’s like–
My shadow is a man
Whose wrinkles and fat and frowns
Don’t diminish her
Or her options.
Donald, Genie, Lucy…your poems are spectacular! Look at how completely different they turned out while using the same prompt. I love the telling images these poems create. Thank you so much for sharing them.
I think I might just write another one…