FC: Pretty Things from a Fairy's Wings by Chelsea Tsang 8Y
1: THE QUESTION Karla Kuskin People always say to me "What do you think you'd like to be When you grow up?" And I say, "Why, I think I'd like to be the sky Or be a plane or train or mouse Or maybe a haunted house Or something furry, rough and wild... Or maybe I will stay a child."
2: Mr. Nobody BYANONYMOUS I know a funny little man, As quiet as a mouse, Who does the mischief that is done In everybody’s house! There’s no one ever sees his face, And yet we all agree That every plate we break was cracked By Mr. Nobody.
3: The finger marks upon the door By none of us are made; We never leave the blinds unclosed, To let the curtains fade. The ink we never spill;the boots That lying round you see Are not our boots,—they all belong To Mr. Nobody. | ’Tis he who always tears out books, Who leaves the door ajar, He pulls the buttons from our shirts, And scatters pins afar; That squeaking door will always squeak, For prithee, don’t you see, We leave the oiling to be done By Mr. Nobody.
4: My Shadow by Robert Louis Stevenson | My Shadow by Robert Louis Stevenson | From a"A Child's Treasury of Verse - Complied by Eleanor Doan
5: I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me, And what can be the use of him is more than I can see. He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head; And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed. The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow— Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow; For he sometimes shoots up taller like an india-rubber ball, And he sometimes gets so little that there's none of him at all.
6: He hasn't got a notion of how children ought to play, And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way. He stays so close beside me, he's a coward you can see; I'd think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me!
7: One morning, very early, before the sun was up, I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup; But my lazy little shadow, like an errant sleepy-head, Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed.
8: Analysis of My Shadow by Robert Louis Stevenson | “My Shadow” by Robert Louis Stevenson is about a young child trying to understand the true nature of his shadow. The main theme is a child’s curiosity, as the child wonders why his shadow acts in such a perplexing way. The poem is composed of 4 stanzas each four lines long written in rhyming couplets e.g. aa bb cc. The main language techniques used are personification, metaphor and similes which are able to effectively get across to the reader the way the shadow has been perceived. Personification which is used consistently throughout the poem has been used to describe the shadow. “And I see him jump before me”, “the way he likes to grow”, “He stays so close beside me”, “Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed.” This makes the shadow seem like a live person which also reflects on how the child sees his shadow as its own person following him around.
9: Stevenson has been able to capture the vivid moment of the shadow and its “personality” through similes and metaphors. “He’s a coward you can see;”, “he sometimes shoots up taller like an india-rubber ball,” The childlike, wondering voice used helped shape the theme of a child’s curiosity as seems like the child is questioning what he sees and why it is. My Shadow connects to my own childhood experiences as I remember a time when I looked at my own shadow and wondered why it was sometimes so big and at others so small it wasn’t there. Also the curiosity and way this child has perceived his shadow as a person of his own drew me to choose this poem.
10: Pretty things from a Fairy's Wings Chelsea Tsang
11: Where I live there are never ending warm blues and yellows And when I run through it is with bare feet and loud bellows. As I run the gritty yellow weaves between my toes, you see But the blue towers over and makes me want to climb a tree.
12: My daddy calls blue the ocean and shows me how to wade But I stay down on the yellow with my bucket and my spade Slowly I scoop and pat my way down and soon my castle stands proud It even has a bridge where soldiers march to the Land of Cloud. The ocean scrambles up upon the yellow hills and grit And he must not like my castle much 'cause he swallows it In one mighty gulp and leaves behind a smooth, golden path Like a hungry beast he looks and looks for more to calm his wrath
13: But sometimes when I'm feeling brave I stand near the shore And watch with eyes wide as ocean dances to and fro once more Forgetting to take with him his treasure trove of pretty things Looking glass and shells, things that have fallen from a fairy's wings.