The poem I chose from chapter 4 Images is Sheila Wingfield’s “A Bird” (p. 119). The poem oddly brought back a memory from my childhood. What makes poetry so powerful is its capability to evoke senses like memories and emotions. Images is one of the many tools poetry uses to create a verbal picture. Something as simple as a description of a melted ice cream cone, can remind your favorite or saddest day in summer. The poem is only five lines but the choice of words creates great imagery:
Unexplained
In the salt meadow
Lay the dead bird.
The wind
Was fluttering its wings.
You can see yourself in a field of long floppy grassy, taking in the fresh sea air. As you’re walking along you can just make out the figure of a bird. Is it alive or is dead?
Unexplained
In the salt meadow
Lay the dead bird.
The wind
Was fluttering its wings.
You can see yourself in a field of long floppy grassy, taking in the fresh sea air. As you’re walking along you can just make out the figure of a bird. Is it alive or is dead?