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Full Moon - Poem


Kids poem

A Cannon ball

A lost Balloon

A Peppermint

A pool of Lead

A mighty Lump

Of Porridge limp

A lamp, a polished

Dustbin Lid

The Hubcap from an auto route

The Helmet of

An Astronaut

A Mottled dish

Or Disc at dusk

will sink almost

In mist, or moistly Float

-William Beably Wright

 

The moon is described in a new way comparing it with different objects which we see in our daily life. The poet expresses how the moon’s shape looks.  He says the Moon looks like a round metal cannon ball which can be seen in olden times at war. 

Moon looks like a round balloon which is lost in the open space. It looks like a white round peppermint (not the polo peppermint with a hole in the centre) which the kids love to eat. The moon looks like a pool of soft metal-lead.

The round moon looks like a lump in the porridge- cereals with water or milk. It also looks like a round metal lid of an old fashioned bin which was kept in corners of the streets. The moon looks like a hubcap – the cover that protects the centre of the wheel in an auto. It also looks like a round helmet of an astronaut.

The moon looks like a round dish (Idly). 

It also looks like a CD, which floats in the damp evening sky.

 

 

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