colour poem-black

WALT - Use figurative language in our writing

Black

Black reminds me of over cooked sausages still sizzling on barbecue

Black is the night sky, a big black blanket pierced by a million speaks of light

Black sounds like chairs squeaking across the lino as the legs are dragged across the polished floor

Black makes feel like I am trapped in a box with no visual way to escape

Black is a black bird going chirp chirp chirp at breaking dawn

Black is the midnight sky shielding me with its black cloak

Black smells like burnt toast popping up from the toaster

Black tastes like hard, salty black liquorice forming a horrible taste in my mouth