https://drive.google.com/file/d/144yqf18uA9prZjV6509K-7MuDuo8bGGc/view?usp=drivesdk
Rejection
Rejection is orange
Not, as one might think,
Grey and nondescript.
It is the vivid orange of
A council worker’s jacket.
A coat of shame that says
‘he doesn’t want you.’
Rejection tastes like ashes
Acrid, bitter.
It sounds
Like the whisper of voices
Behind my back.
‘He didn’t want her.
He dumped her.’
It feels
Like the scraping of fingernails
On a blackboard,
Not ache or stab of pain
But like having a layer of skin missing.
Rejection looks like – me,
I suppose.
Slightly leftover
Like the last, curled sandwich
When all the guests
Have gone.
Jenny Sullivan
Another poem awash with devices and techniques
There’s so much to think about when you analyse this, though it seemed hard ..for 14-year-old boys.
Part 1
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1lQoNnSIZVfkt0sGsmmM-VqOHjjqDfLhe/view?usp=drivesdk
Part 2 (oops, it just stopped working)
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1slbbzXWbGAem8MmY7zGrR-nUp7KaGrYM/view?usp=drivesdk
https://www.instagram.com/p/CDEfkkopJWe/?igshid=vjw3rsr03vqg
Autumn – by Alan Bold
Autumn arrives
Like an experienced robber
Grabbing the green stuff
Then cunningly covering his tracks
With a deep multitude
Of colourful distractions.
And the wind,
The wind is his accomplice
Putting an air of chaos
Into the careful diversions
So branches shake
And dead leaves are suddenly brown
In the faces of inquisitive strangers.
The theft chills the world
Changes the temper of the earth
Till the normally placid sky
Glows red with a quiet rage.
I decided to go with “Autumn” by Alan Bold.
I liked the contrast in this picture I found, it suits the poem. What you know of the seasonal period, isn’t how Alan exposes us to his version of it. Which was exactly what I wanted.
Mind you, it’s been half a year since we went through poetry. I think we did pretty good analyzing it :
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1U9JkXp50q7DNeZexub7d8v-VWN4qs8wm/view?usp=drivesdk
(This is just the audio)
I’m now contemplating what to analyze next 🙂