Writing 201: Poetry,Day 5:map, ode, metaphor

Assignment: Today’s form:Ode

Device: Metaphor

Subject: Map

Metaphors are making me ill,

Truthful I am listen and be still.

I have to deal with map ,

which is sitting on my lap.

And think of this which is an ode,

It is already making me a toad!

Now I will attempt my assignment, the above is a warm-up, before I exercise my feeble brain!!

Oh my city ! You are so windy and bold,

I wish you were peaceful for me to behold.

Daily I’m perplexed with your uncanny weather,

You love to see me shiver and suffer.


City of hills, winding roads and fashionable cars,

A small one though, but it’s proud of its bars.

The jolly old folks have many stories to tell,

If you are patient and have no fear of a belle.


Still as I observe each new and old scene,

How much change is now, and what it had been.

I wonder at times if the chilly air,

Will take me away to a land that is fair!

……………………………. ūüôā




DP Daily Prompts: Zoltar’s Revenge

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In a reversal of Big, Tom Hank’s classic from the 80s, your adult self is suddenly locked in the body of a 12-year-old kid, how do you survive your first day in school?

I did not watch Tom Hank’s ,¬†‘Big’, I don’t know the story and I could not find it on YouTube.

I assume I’ll have to write my story of suddenly locked ¬†in the body of a 12-year-old kid.

Today is my first day in this strange school, everyone is staring at me passing negative comments. It’s not my fault the magician locked me in the body of a twelve-year- old ignorant kid. I begged the sorcerer to change me back to my real self, he refused, told me perhaps I have forgotten how it was to be a twelve-year-old kid in school. He wanted to refresh my memory.

“I’ll keep you locked just for one day and then I’ll free you.”

I believed his promise, I went to school,telling myself it’s only for a day how tough can it be, the other twelve-year- old kids ¬†knew I was new in that school,they got their opportunity to fool me when I asked one of them where the Principal’s office was, she drew a map for me which according to her was the fastest way to get to the principal’s office.

I carefully folded the map and put it in my pocket I was thirsty and needed a drink the fountain luckily was close by, I stopped, had my drink and took out the piece of paper that the girl handed ¬†me. I was impressed by the map she drew, wow, I thought she’ll be a ¬†famous artist when she grows up.

I then concentrated on the map, right then left, I kept going but could not see the principal’s office, where is it I said to myself but my loud voice, got the attention of the cleaning woman. She smiled and said,”where is what?”

The principal’s office I replied, she looked at me as if I had two horns on my head.

“Is that where you think you are going?”

Well yes I said I’m following the map she drew for me.

“Who drew this map?” she asked.

I don’t know I didn’t ask her , I replied.

It must be Jenny, she said, she always looks for new kids, to fool them.

But how will I find the principal’s office, I said.

The principal is in a meeting it won’t be over till 5 p.m., I suggest you go home,the school is over you won’t find anyone but me and the custodian.

I didn’t want to be lost again, I asked her to take me to the exit door, ¬†she gladly agreed.

My day locked in a twelve- year-old’s body ended with not too much trouble, it could have been worse had I not met the cleaning lady!