We were given a task in English to create a piece using Iambic Pentameter and three objects: mountain, apple, torch. Here is my result (first go at iambic so please don’t judge)
Up high upon a creaking mountain top,
The howling winds picked speeds that chilled the soul,
Taking with it past screams of those before,
But nought would take my soul from my own hold.
The light and dusty snow will never still,
Nor that of shrubbery will still remain.
And with them I will travel out from harm,
To see the dreams for ever in my heart.
The lined apple and orange trees of home,
The smiles that lit my soul up like a torch,
For home is where the heart will always be,
So out this monstrous, bleak and vile landscape.
Thou hath not stoll’n this poor fellows warm heart.
Copyright of Katie Booth