After reading and unpicking some WW1 poetry by Wilfred Owen, we used our knowledge of metaphor, alliteration and personification to shared-write the first stanza of a class poem about a WW1 battlefield. See what you think:
Lurking, the mist's malevolent hug
Conceals and chills their weary bodies.
Whipped and bitten by the wind;
Paralysed by the roar of relentless shells
They suffer.
This is fantastic 6F - we are really impressed in Yr 5. We particularly liked your personification of the mist and felt it really added a chill to the poem. We enjoyed the vocabulary you chose and thought It conjured up very powerful and emotive images. We thought you could perhaps include a metaphor to make it even more impressive. 5G
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