The poem Colour is about a woman who once could see but is now blind and her memories of all the colours. "If I am tires I call on these to help me to dream - and down-lit skies, lemon and pink, or faintest, coolest lilac, float on my soothed eyes."

The woman holds onto these memories dearly, not wanting to let go of the colours as they are and always will be a part of her. "That their soft dyes have steeped my soul in colour that will not pass away"

The emotion is both determination to hold onto the colours and thankfullness for being able to still remember the colours. "Thanks be to God, who gave this gift of colour, which those who seek shall find; thanks be to God, who gives me the strength to hold it, though I were stricken blind."

The poem has been broken up into mostly enjambed stanzas and every two lines there is a rhyme, both of which together exagerrate the emotion by providing an appropriate flow. Word choice such as 'stricken' and "O colour of the world" assist in the flow and emotion of the poem. Stanzas 2-7 are all very major contributers to the overall imagery of the poem, the descriptions of all the colours creating a beautiful and detailed illustration of a rainbow.

The poem is strong and flowing, about a blind woman remembering the colours she could once see, and holding onto them. The poem is a sucess, the descriptions of the colours are very artistic, detailed and well-written.

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This poem is all about love; trying to explain what it is, how we think of it and all the different kinds, "You can rub it all over your body, and you can cook with it too.". The purpose of writing this poem was to express and explain all of these, especially what love really is, in comparison to the stereotype.

The emotion of the poem is love, and the poem is happy, but towards the end it becomes more painful and upsetting, as the persona says, "A finger grip on a cliffside, you can hold on or let go."

The poem contains alot of descriptive language and word choice so as to reinforce the emotion. There is repetition of the words "love" and "O again" and personal pronouns such as "I" and "us" are used.

The poem is free verse, and there is no rhyming. It also contains enjambment and flows nicely. The poem is made up of two stanzas.

All of these as a whole make the poem a touching poem about love, with an appropriate flow and length, and create the images and understandings that are in your head as you read the poem.

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This poem describes a surfer enjoying himself as he surfs, and then what happens to the sea at night. The emotions and feelings he experiences whilst surfing.
The main theme is that the sea can be fun, but can also be dangerous. “Turn home, the sun goes down; swimmer, turn home.” This is the moral too.

The mood of the poem changes from the joy and excitement of the surfer to the caution of the day ending and the dangerous atmosphere of the sea at night, “For on the sand the grey-wolf sea lies, snarling,”
The structure of the poem is a three stanza free verse. This best conveys the change in mood. The craftsmanship is used descriptively and appropriately to the poem, and includes similes (“like a gull diving”), personification (“sea crouches on land”) and metaphors (“Hawthorn hedges in the spring,”). Images are created by word choice such as “weirs of water” and rhyme “Curve,” and “Serve,”. The word choice is descriptive and detailed, giving the reader both an image and an understanding of the events within the poem, eg. “How his brown strength drove through the hollow and coil of green-through weirs of water!”
The sea being personified as a wolf represents the danger of the sea at night. Alliteration makes the poem more fun to read, such as, “weirs of water” or “Shoulders, speed and serve,”
In conclusion, this poem is a very descriptive poem describing both the joy of surfing and the danger of the sea at night. The word choice and craftsmanship create an image in your head, and you can see the tanned surfer far out at sea, the sun coming down and the sea thrashing wildly against the shore. This also gives the reader an understanding of the events that are occurring within the poem. This poem is both happy and almost scary; changing when the sun comes down and the sea becomes violent. The poem has both a theme and moral of the fact that the sea can be fun, but when night falls, the sea can become very dangerous.

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Doll or Danger?

Ashleigh was impatient. Her father had a brilliant birthday present waiting, she just knew it. She urged her brother, Michael, to drive a little faster.
“Michael, I know that this is your new Mercedes Convertible, but please can we MOVE?!?!” Ashleigh was getting very annoyed.
“Time would go a whole lot faster if you were quiet, Chatterbox.” Michael was always calling her that.
Ashleigh’s best friend Hayley, who was coming to her house to play games for the afternoon, said that if he were quiet, time would go so fast it wouldn’t exist.
When they finally arrived home, Ashleigh raced into her room. Sure enough, there was a package covered in birthday wrapping paper with a note, which Ashleigh read aloud to Hayley.
“Dear Ashleigh, sorry but I have to work late. Happy Birthday. Love, Dad.
PS: The instructions are on your desk.”
Ashleigh tore off the paper to find…..a doll? What kind of present was that? After reading the instructions, she found that all the doll could do was create clones of itself.
Ashleigh threw it on her bed and asked Hayley if she wanted to play Ludo. Little did she know, when she left the room, the doll stood, its blue eyes now a glowing red. It opened up the panel on it’s back and cloned it self two-hundred and fifty-five times.
When Ashleigh returned to her room she found the doll sitting in the corner with an evil grin on it’s face. Not on the bed where she had left it.
Ashleigh was woken up that night by noises in the kitchen and small but heavy footsteps from the attic. She found her doll sitting on the kitchen bench.
Then she walked into the attic. She stepped inside cautiously. Without warning, the attic door slammed shut. Ashleigh turned around. There, in front of the closed door was her doll, red eyed and grinning that evil grin.
“Who are you and what do you want from me?” Ashleigh screamed, terrified and crying.
With an evil laugh the doll finally spoke to Ashleigh. “My name is Amy. I am the leader of the evil doll army. We have always known that we are different from those dummies that sat next to us at Toys R Us! Humans have always been terrible to us. They tied us up in boxes and put us on a shelf at Toys R Us. We were forced to allow kids to press ‘try me’, some kind of torture program that they installed, where we say to kids, ‘I’m your best friend!’ You rejected me! Now we are going to destroy human existence. You will be our first sacrifice! MWA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!”
With that, the doll army got out from their hiding places and began to circle Ashleigh. Amy got out a kitchen knife she had hidden in her pocket. It was at that exact moment that Ashleigh saw the control panel on the doll’s back. She leapt for the panel. Amy screamed as Ashleigh opened the cover. Following the instructions on which button does what, she deactivated the doll. She then destroyed the clones.
The next day, Hayley and Ashleigh donated Amy, deactivated and lifeless, with beautiful baby blue eyes and curly hair, to a charity shop.
A week later, it was Hayley’s birthday. Her parents had to leave early for work in the morning. When she woke up, there was a present sitting at her feet on her bed. She opened it to find a doll with baby blue eyes and curly hair.
“I’m your best friend!”
Hayley’s eyes widened. Then she let out a bloodcurdling scream.

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This is my new english blog. Thank you, this is a great way to publish stories on the internet! I hope you enjoy marking my work and leaving comments,

Georgia.

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