When Poetry and Prose Meet
Last week my favorite student at our homeschool was assigned to write a brief poem combining alliteration, end rhyme, internal rhyme, and near rhyme. The first two are favorites around here, but the third can be tricky, and the fourth almost always escapes me.
The subject was of her own choosing and clearly reflects our book of the month. I was quite impressed by her efforts.
Fire
by Vabulous Me
The fire will flicker in a jolly way,
Glowing, not knowing where to stay.
T’will light up every house on every street,
Living and giving the warmth that we need.
And, oh! It’s so dangerous when out of control,
It’ll cackle and crackle and burn till it’s cold.
Humans, all different, have one common rift,
Hating or 'preciating Prometheus’s Gift.
The subject was of her own choosing and clearly reflects our book of the month. I was quite impressed by her efforts.
Fire
by Vabulous Me
The fire will flicker in a jolly way,
Glowing, not knowing where to stay.
T’will light up every house on every street,
Living and giving the warmth that we need.
And, oh! It’s so dangerous when out of control,
It’ll cackle and crackle and burn till it’s cold.
Humans, all different, have one common rift,
Hating or 'preciating Prometheus’s Gift.
Comments
It's the poetry,
That occupies her mind.
In truth I wish,
Could be just a smidge
More slope-intercept form of a line.
But I did love this one.