figurative Language Pale as a ghost!

Imagery Personification Simile Metaphor Aural imagery Symbol Alliteration Assonance Onomatopoeia Symbol

Imagery Personification Simile Metaphor Aural imagery Symbol Alliteration Assonance Onomatopoeia Symbol

Imagery Personification Simile Metaphor Aural imagery Symbol Alliteration Assonance Onomatopoeia Symbol

Simile – comparison using the words ‘like’ or ‘as’

Popular Similes Can you guess? As black as... As light as a... As clean as a... As quick as a... As hungry as a... As proud as a... As sharp as a... As heavy as... Like a bull in a.. night feather Whistle flash horse Peacock tack lead China shop

You can do better… Those were “third-grade” similes. As black as night Let’s try to elongate them…

Be creative in your choice of comparison _________ is like _________ when _________ (Obj. 1) (Obj. 2) (this happens…) The tree was like nails on a chalkboard when it scratched on my window.

Being stood up is like being the last fruit on the tree, Left to wither through the winter Feeling angry is like carrying a volcano in the pit of your stomach that threatens to erupt at any moment The leaves fell from the tree like a thousand paratroopers Leaping into battle behind enemy lines The class was as boring as counting the perforations in a golf ball

Chose one from each column to help start your simile. Your Turn! Chose one from each column to help start your simile. Column 1 The cat was The ghost was The pumpkin was The witch was The goblin was The moon Column II as black as... as scary as a... as mean as a... as hungry as a... as ugly as a... as sneaky as... The tree was like nails on a chalkboard when it scratched on my window.

A Simile poem By Stanley Cook

How many similes are there? Like the white curls from a gigantic beard Drifting across the barber’s shop floor In the breeze from the open door; Like the broken parts of the ice floe Afloat on the blue of the ocean, Drifting southward from the Pole; Like a heavily laden treasure fleet In a light wind on the calm sea, Hardly moving with all sails set; Like suds of foam from the waterfall That lathers the rocks at its foot, Gliding over a tranquil pool; Like wool from a fleece, Like smoke from a fire, Like islands in the sky. How many similes are there?

Like the white curls from a gigantic beard Drifting across the barber’s shop floor In the breeze from the open door; Like the broken parts of the ice floe Afloat on the blue of the ocean, Drifting southward from the Pole; Like a heavily laden treasure fleet In a light wind on the calm sea, Hardly moving with all sails set; Like suds of foam from the waterfall That lathers the rocks at its foot, Gliding over a tranquil pool; Like wool from a fleece, Like smoke from a fire, Like islands in the sky.

Name the Title - D.H. Lawrence Like a glove, a black glove thrown up at the light, And falling back Wings like bits of umbrella Hanging upside down like rows of disgusting old rags And grinning in their sleep

Imagery Personification Simile Metaphor Aural imagery Symbol Alliteration Assonance Onomatopoeia Symbol

Imagery Personification Simile Metaphor Aural imagery Symbol Alliteration Assonance Onomatopoeia Symbol

Metaphor – direct comparison without using the words ‘like’ or ‘as’

Which would you be if you were a…

…season? Why?

…animal? Why?

…musical instrument? Why?

…piece of furniture? Why?

An owl staring into the darkness, A dramatic orchestral movement Who am I? An owl staring into the darkness, A dramatic orchestral movement And the sky just after a storm. A swirling black cloak A lightning scar.

How is a wave also a mountain?

Hokusai – ‘The Wave’

How is a skater also the earth in its orbit?

Ted Hughes With arms swinging, a tremendous skater On the flimsy ice of space, Is the earth leaning into its curve -

And chiselled clear on stone The thumb print of the sea. Norman Nicholson And chiselled clear on stone A spider-web of shell, The thumb print of the sea.

May Swenson On silent hinges Open-folds her wings Applauding hands.

Phoebe Hesketh Giraffe-tall, gormless somehow, Heads hanging Over the next garden.

Gareth Owen Boredom Is Clouds Black as old slate Chucking rain straight On our Housing Estate All grey Day long.

Your Turn Use a metaphor to describe one of the following: A spider is a… An owl is a… A shadow is a… Fog is a… A werewolf is a…

The shadow was a hunter as it followed behind me. -Jessica Ameter

Imagery Personification Simile Metaphor Aural imagery Symbol Alliteration Assonance Onomatopoeia Symbol

Imagery Personification Simile Metaphor Aural imagery Symbol Alliteration Assonance Onomatopoeia Symbol

Personification – giving human qualities to non-human objects

The angry clouds marched across the sky. The lonely owl cried out in the night. The hungry chainsaw growled loudly. The stubborn dense fog swallowed us. The evening stars winked at me from the sky.

The grumpy old chair groaned as I sat down. Which is the grumpiest? The grumpy old chair groaned as I sat down.

Who is in charge? The weary grandfather clock reluctantly swung its pendulum. -Taeyoung Hwang

The plant sat in Zen on the table looking to find inner peace. Which is the wisest? The plant sat in Zen on the table looking to find inner peace.

He who owns the whistle, rules the world By Roger McGough In the playground Kids divebomb, corner At Silverstone or execute Traitors. Armed with my Acme Thunderer I step outside, Take a deep breath And bring the world To a standstill. January wind and the sun Playing truant again. Rain beginning to scratch Its fingernails across The blackboard sky

He who owns the whistle, rules the world By Roger McGough In the playground Kids divebomb, corner At Silverstone or execute Traitors. Armed with my Acme Thunderer I step outside, Take a deep breath And bring the world To a standstill. January wind and the sun Playing truant again. Rain beginning to scratch Its fingernails across The blackboard sky

The Moon By Percy Shelley AND, like a dying lady lean and pale, Who totters forth, wrapp'd in a gauzy veil, Out of her chamber, led by the insane And feeble wanderings of her fading brain, The moon arose up in the murky east, A white and shapeless mass.          Art thou pale for weariness Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth,          Wandering companionless Among the stars that have a different birth, And ever changing, like a joyless eye That finds no object worth its constancy?

Speaking to the moon as if it were a person. By Percy Shelley AND, like a dying lady lean and pale, Who totters forth, wrapp'd in a gauzy veil, Out of her chamber, led by the insane And feeble wanderings of her fading brain, The moon arose up in the murky east, A white and shapeless mass.          Art thou pale for weariness Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth,          Wandering companionless Among the stars that have a different birth, And ever changing, like a joyless eye That finds no object worth its constancy? Speaking to the moon as if it were a person. Asking if it is tired.

Use personification to bring one of the following to life: Your Turn Use personification to bring one of the following to life: What did the object DO? The Snickers bar… The Jack o’ Lantern… The moon… The fog… The night…

The fog blindfolded me with its misty hands. -Thomas Valenza

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