So the final session at IDAS has arrived. Its been quite a journey! The group have created the Mia Chance character, written poetry and taken photographs which describe moments of her life!Time then for the final few activities: choosing the photographs, writing a metaphor poem about Mia Chance and contributing to the project evaluations. Good work IDAS group! You smashed it!
Mia Chance Metaphor Poetry
She’s still, clear, plain
She’s got a million and one secrets
No liquids are the same
Bumble buzz
Buzz bumble
She’s a bundle of fuzz
She’s striped brightly like a dangerous game
Sprinting through the forest
Aware of the sounds
She’s a a brittle Deer near the forests ground
A mint humbug
She’s wrapped up in one seal
She’s a ball of sugar
Never to be revealed
She’s as dark as the noon sky
She’s scared, worried, nervous at the eye
Pull herself out of Sunday’s dawn
End of the of the week is boring she yawns
She hides her true face, body and mind
Behind the foggy mist, I relate too inside
Secret confidential, nobody knows
She’s a cellar, she’s secret as she goes
She’s worth 1p if that
She’s not worth anything
Money isn’t her craft
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The sun shining making everyone happy
Overflowing bubbling out of the cup
End of a school week, all the work is done
Just like a letter box
Flying high through the blue sky
Crinkled up £5 note shoved to the bottom of a purse
You roast outside like a dinner in our oven
Sleeping on the end the wet green grass
Pulling the covers over your cold body ready to go to sleep
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An Autumn leaf floating down from the tree
A lumbering creature lies on her bed ready to feed
So many cubs fighting for their orange stripy mother
Waking up at 9am with warm covers over me
Such a messy head
Such a breezy cold blow wailing through the air
Tip-toe in the room, really quietly sneak one out
Put in your pocket
Sneak out
The thickest piece of gold you can afford and 100 pennies make me
Tick tock, tick tock it’s the clock
Soft on the inside, crunch on the outside, something small and fluffy
Hurry up can I have my dinner please
Flutter fly when you fly so high
Land on a buttercup blend in
Good night, sleep tight, sleep for dusk til dawn
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I sit in the darkest hour
Hoping for the sun to blaze
Through the haze that is my life
Fizzy delight
Turned flat
Deepest purple
You can’t see the bruises in my heart
Whirlwind lifts the jigsaw pieces from my hands
The swirl around my head
Jumbled in the whirlpool
I have no control
Value eroded like a receipt
You can not read
I sit in the darkest hour
Hoping for the sun to blaze
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