A poem I made with my mum.

Assalamu alaikum!

I made a poem with my mum. It’s a copy of a different poem, but most of the words are different.
The actual poem is made by a person called Pie Corbett. I’ll be showing you the actual poem and then how me and my mum changed it and made it our own poem. The only thing is they both have the same title!
Here goes the actual poem!

By Pie Corbett

The match scratches,
Grazing the box,
Letting loose
the golden genie.

The flame slips
Onto the candle,
Fidgets restlessly,
Till it stills -

Like an amber eye,
A shy spy,
Stealing secrets
From the dark.

The flame flicks,
Winks once
And is gone -

Leaving a twist
Of sullen smoke
Above that still
White pillar.

That was the poem made by Pie Corbett and now here’s my copy of it I made with my mum exactly the same but most of the words are different.

The match scrapes,
The brown ribbon,
Bringing light into the room.

Like a wolf’s ear,
Shaking with fear,
Of fierce coming hunters,

In the dark wood.
The light flickers
From where it stood,

Leaving a swirl of smoke behind.

I hope you liked my poem and enjoyed reading! Please feel free to comment and come again!

Assalamu alaikum!

2 Comments on A poem I made with my mum.

  1. missy sharjah biba
    August 6, 2011 at 11:50 am (6 years ago)

    Hello everyone. I’m in sharjah. Now
    Its nice and hot and we are happy. Bye.

  2. Fatima
    January 18, 2015 at 3:21 pm (3 years ago)

    Salaam Habiba! I think your poem is awesome! I love you and miss you! Salaams! <3

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