Wednesday, November 29, 2017

Magic box

This week Miss O'neil gave us the task of writing a poem about a magic box. This is my magic box poem and what I put into it.




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Magic box

I will put into my box
A ball that goes into a basket
A console black as coal
The sound of laughter


I will put in the box
The undead gory as ever
A purple stuffed dinosaur crying with no friends
A country melting in a pot


I will put in the box
A unicorn magical and hungry
A tv show that lost its fame
The swish silk sari on a summer night

I will put in the box
A club losing its home
A lost boy from neverland
A poor sole tortured slowly


My box is fashioned by gold and silver
With a purple lid
A kiwis knee joint for a hinge

I shall play for the all blacks in my box
Stumbling around meeting new friends.  

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  1. Allan RobertsonNovember 30, 2017 at 7:56 AM

    So is' a ball that always goes in to the basket?' a bit like a wallet that always has a dollar in it? I thought purple dinosaurs brought fun and laughter to all. You have presented some truly evocative imagery here Zac. This is a moving piece of work. I hope you continue to pursue this type of expression as you have a real talent for it.

    I look forward to your next blog post.

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