BASED ON
Hope is a Thing With Feathers by Emily Dickinson
Hope is a ball of sunshine
That nestles in your mind
And whispers the words you cannot hear
And never dulls at all.
And brightest in the storm it beams
And black must be the clouds-
That could dim its tenacious rays
That make you carry on.
You’ll feel it in the coldest climes
And in the stiffest breeze –
But never – at – any time
It asks a thing of you.
Alison Wilcox
We did this last week! Using other poems for inspiration. Will remember your poem the next time I look at intertextuality (which was a new word for me). Thanks, Alison.
Have you tried writing a ‘Found Poem’ from an existing poem? That’s good fun.