Monday, 14 March 2016

Mona Lisa

Mona Lisa.

She stares at me
Like the mockingbird.

The trees smudge
Into the background.

The water with its misty,
mysterious look tortures me.

The sky dark and gloomy
Like the devil.

An unknown shadow
Hides in the lake.

An opening in the forest
Waits to be found.

Mona Lisa is trapped in a canvas,
Hoping to be released.


Reflection. In this poem I have been learning to use similes and metaphors in my writing. My poem is currently in a relational state because I can write down many of my own ideas and compare and relate to them. My next steps are to help others with their writing if I've already finish mine. Questions Who really is Mona Lisa? What is Mona Lisa's past? What was the purpose of this painting?

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