Monday, 14 March 2016

Goat

Goats

The brown, burnt sky never greets stars.
Sharp rocks cut his legs without knowing.

His eyes were riveted to the savages.
They were stunned into silence. 
He jumps over the rocky path.

Why are they looking sensitive?
Why are they on a mountain?
When was this painted?


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In this poem I have been learning to write similar and metaphors. My poem is currently multistructural because I have used metaphors but they don't all create the feeling I want. 
My next step is to use metaphors similes that connect to an emotion.


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