Last poem! LO: Can I analyse the language of a poem? 12 th November Bykisa Nahida Houda Nazmin...

6
Last poem! Can I analyse the language of a poem? 12 th November Bykisa Nahida Houda Nazmin Spokesperson Scribe Chair Group member Rujin a Yasmi n Shari ka Aniqa Amina Sajida Shunara Akhiya Ragia Rubia Tanya Hanifa Sadia Fahmida Rema Tanzila Nazmin Tanzila Sharika Shunara Ragia Rujina Akhiya Tanya Houda Fahmida Amina Bykisa Yasmin Rubia Rema Hanifa Nahida Aniqa Sajida Sadia 1 2

Transcript of Last poem! LO: Can I analyse the language of a poem? 12 th November Bykisa Nahida Houda Nazmin...

Page 1: Last poem! LO: Can I analyse the language of a poem? 12 th November Bykisa Nahida Houda Nazmin Spokesperson Scribe Chair Group member Rujina Yasmin Sharika.

Last poem!

LO: Can I analyse the language of a poem?

12th November

BykisaNahidaHoudaNazmin

Spokesperson Scribe Chair Group member

RujinaYasminSharikaAniqa

AminaSajidaShunaraAkhiya

RagiaRubiaTanyaHanifa

SadiaFahmidaRemaTanzila

NazminTanzilaSharikaShunaraRagia

RujinaAkhiyaTanyaHoudaFahmida

AminaBykisaYasminRubiaRema

HanifaNahidaAniqaSajidaSadia

1

2

Page 2: Last poem! LO: Can I analyse the language of a poem? 12 th November Bykisa Nahida Houda Nazmin Spokesperson Scribe Chair Group member Rujina Yasmin Sharika.

LO: Can I analyse the language of a poem?

What do you associate with the colour?

What connotations does it have?

Page 4: Last poem! LO: Can I analyse the language of a poem? 12 th November Bykisa Nahida Houda Nazmin Spokesperson Scribe Chair Group member Rujina Yasmin Sharika.

The hedge has its hair cut and stands between us

and the neighbours. The crocuses’ yellow tongues

try to talk. The yellow bird in the birdcage is let out –

sometimes it flies alarmingly into my nest of hair.

I dream of budgies born in my curls. My mother

takes the yellow and white checked tea towel

from the kitchen and weeps into it before

drying the dishes; but she never cries into

the tea towel that is the map of New Zealand,

the south island, the north island, Christchurch, Wellington.

Never weeps into that one. My father, on the phone,

barks at cowardly comrades, Now look her comrade! My brother

plays his flute in between chirping Not listening Not listening.

Page 5: Last poem! LO: Can I analyse the language of a poem? 12 th November Bykisa Nahida Houda Nazmin Spokesperson Scribe Chair Group member Rujina Yasmin Sharika.

When my aunt Peggy comes from Edinburgh, she shoves my head

into a runny yellow yolk and says, Don’t be fussy! Get that down you!

When my grandmother comes, my mother rushes up the stairs

and throws up in the bathroom. When my grandmother leaves,

my mother says, ‘She always has that effect on me.’

Then we eat, my mother and I, her on her empty stomach,

eat what she calls a plate, ‘Shall we make a plate?

Cheer ourselves up?’ The plate has passionate beetroot balls

rolling across it, a piece of Edam because it’s slimming,

a slice of ham, a happy yellow pineapple ring.

Two white sweet pickled onions stare like blind eyes.

Page 6: Last poem! LO: Can I analyse the language of a poem? 12 th November Bykisa Nahida Houda Nazmin Spokesperson Scribe Chair Group member Rujina Yasmin Sharika.

LO: Can I analyse the language of a poem?

Can you summarise the poem in less than 20 words?

The poem Yellow is about…