The evening sun has disappeared;
It's burning tongue devoured our light.
With stealth and guile it slunk away
Whilst looting daylight, leaving night.
The restless wind now plays its part,
With gusty, blustery breaths that tease,
And it grasps with glee the autumn leaves
Tossed carelessly upon its breeze.
In forsaken streets of many a town
Employers all have locked their doors,
And workers homeward made their way
To seek respite from daily chores.
The town clock chimes for six o'clock.
Aromas spring from far and wide
As meals, prepared in cosy homes,
Are cooked with care and served with pride.
Goodbye to sunshine's golden rays,
Replaced by moonlight's gentler beams.
Tired youngsters, snuggled in warm beds,
Are soon engulfed in childhood dreams.
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IMAGERY IN POETRY:
Imagery is the name given to the elements in a poem that spark off the senses. Despite "image" being a synonym for "picture", images need not be only visual; any of the five senses (sight, hearing, touch, taste, smell) can respond to what a poet writes.
From my poem above, write down how I have drawn on all the five senses to paint a picture of the closing day in poetic words. Note also the figurative language which I have used throughout.
What metre have I used in this poem and the rhyming scheme: it is quite unusual. If you are unsure of metre etc, you might benefit from my three page article on the following link: POTENTIALLY POETICAL
I hope you like my poem and find it beneficial too. Josie