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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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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


LO: Can I analyse the language of a poem?

What do you associate with the colour?

What connotations does it have?


LO: Can I analyse the language of a poem?

hedge

yolk

Budgie (short for budgerigar)

Crocus

New Zealand

beetroot

Edam (type of cheese)


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.


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.


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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