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Figurative Language Simile, metaphor, and personification
Simile A simile is a comparison between two dissimilar objects using the words “like” or “as.” – WHY? It creates an image/picture in the reader’s mind. EX: The room was as hot as a sauna. EX: As I walked barefoot across the black asphalt, it burned my feet like lava. EX: My face turned as red as a fire engine when my mom burst into my English class with my retainer in hand.
Effective similes Can someone draw what they pictured when they read “As I walked barefoot across the black asphalt, it burned my feet like lava.”
Simile: from “Scarlett Ibis” EX 1: “Trembling, he’d push himself up, turning first red, then a soft purple, and finally collapse back onto the bed like an old worn- out doll.” EX from page 261:
Metaphor A metaphor is a comparison between two dissimilar objects where the writer states that one of the objects IS the other. – WHY? When an author wants to create the strongest mental image possible. This doesn’t say that the look was LIKE a dagger…it WAS one. It was a look that could kill! EX: The stares of my ex-best friend were daggers piercing my heart. EX: The sun slanted through the clouds and the autumn trees were suddenly made of fire.
Effective metaphors Draw what you imagined when you read “The sun slanted through the clouds and the autumn trees were suddenly made of fire.”
Metaphor: from “Scarlett Ibis” EX 1: “Summer was dead, but autumn had not yet been born.” EX from page 267:
Personification Personification is when a non-human is given traits, actions, or qualities that are usually only assigned to humans. – Why? To help the reader identify with or understand forces that are not human in origin. EX: The lonely chair sat in the corner. EX: The waves whispered softly as they gently kissed the shore, then retreated, only to return and steal another kiss.
Personification: from “Scarlett Ibis” EX 1: “The last graveyard flowers were blooming, and their smell drifted across the cotton field and through every room of our house, speaking softly the names of our dead.” EX from page 264: