To round off our Talk 4 Writing this term, we have started a mini poetry unit based on the images below.

      

To start the unit, we shared a poem by Pie Corbett called The Dragon:

The Dragon

The dragon pauses

still as granite.

Its empty eyes stare,

dark as space diamonds.

A tense tail curls

round glittering gems.

Its rusted scales scrape together

as it slithers towards you.

It opens stale jaws

and a row of jagged teeth

clack and click.

The dragon’s claws dig

into plates of gold

and rustle silver coins.

Leathery wings stretch,

catching the wind’s uplift,

swirling into the sky.

Leaving behind,

a glimmer of fiery breath,

a shimmer of fear.