The book’s words leaped of the page,
And hit my eyes,
They made there way to my head,
Pages flicked from one to anther,
The last page flicked past me,
There was a loud thud as all the pages flew past
All the pages flew in front of me,
Hitting one anther as they fell into a deep sleep.
by Chloe Howlett
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This is a really imaginative poem about reading Chloe. I love your image of all the pages hitting each other as you fall asleep.
ReplyDeleteBe careful to check your poem carefully before you write it up in neat (e.g. SP 'another' line 4).