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Last poem!

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

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Last poem!

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

  2. LO: Can I analyse the language of a poem? What do you associate with the colour? What connotations does it have?

  3. LO: Can I analyse the language of a poem? hedge yolk Budgie (short for budgerigar) Crocus New Zealand beetroot Edam (type of cheese)

  4. 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.

  5. 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.

  6. LO: Can I analyse the language of a poem? Can you summarise the poem in less than 20 words? The poem Yellow is about…

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