Monday, October 18, 2010

Island Man (A Poem by Grace Nichols)


Hey guys, so Mrs.P has us doing another assignment!
We got to hear a new poem during drama class, called Island Man, and now she has us doing a small reflective of where we would want to be if we woke up.

If I was to wake up, I think I would like to be on the beach of Hawaii, drinking pina coladas out of a coconut! Ha!
Kind of similar to the man who is used to waking up on an island, and now finds himself in the busy city of London. But who wouldn't want to wake up on a beautiful island?
The sparkling blue water, hitting the shore, white, hot sand tickling your feet. Paradise.
Until that happens, check out the poem;

Island Man (for a Caribbean island man in London who still wakes up to the sound of the sea)
by Grace Nichols
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Morning
and island man wakes up
to the sound of blue surf
in his head
the steady breaking and wombing
wild seabirds
and fishermen pushing out to sea
the sun surfacing defiantly
from the east
of his small emerald island

He always comes back
groggily groggily
comes back to sands
of a grey metallic soar
to a surge of wheels
to dull North Circular roar
muffling muffling
his crumpled pillow waves
island man heaves himself;


another London day

Okay, that's it for blogging today!
I'm too busy listening to my favorite song Animal - Neon Trees.
Catch ya'll later, hopefully.
-Claire

1 comment:

  1. Hi Claire,

    Well done. I like your introduction to the assignment (just make sure to link back to my posting about it) and I especially LOVE the Island Man waking up looking so unhappy!

    Well done.

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