Vocab On Metaphors

Question 1

Moon

Answer 1

The moon in her dappled beauty spun ever in perfect synchrony with her heavenly companion
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In monochrome musings the moon is a deep silver ballerina turning pirouettes with perfect form

As if the sight of it could become a song in the eyes of anyone willing to raise their head upward

Question 2

Light

Answer 2

In the variegated light it is as if the golden rays are dripping upon my skin forming sweet felicitous pools

The brightness of the day brought a new vivid essence to the hues of the ordinary

Question 3

Stars

Answer 3

We see a serenade of heavens black supporting a chorus of stars

Question 4

Night

Answer 4

I’m this serenade of the black the stars are a choir they are light singing in infinite patterns

The sky was a onyx tranquility married to the poetry of stars.

The night rides in on a horse of pure midnight velvet, Diana beckoned my the constellations

Question 5

Blackness

Answer 5

A sort of visual silence.

Becomes my blanket of protection my sanctity my life - place for my heart to beat in a steady rhythm, luxuriating in the immutable peace of existing.

The dark is the cradle of light angels the promise of regeneration

Question 6

Lightning

Answer 6

Streaks of bold light, as if it were starlight pulsing through the graphite blanket of oblivion, lightning came in substantial networking forks

Question 7

Flowers

Answer 7

Hypnotic flowers emerged as dreams of the earth that were born into reality as if the existence of man was eradicated

Question 8

Door

Answer 8

Laboured, fatigued, by the backbreaking exertion of time, every atom every molecule, particle every grain of material this somehow simplistic, schematic mahogany parallelogram was, the palpable almost tangible energy it radiated, no, disseminated, hypnotised me with lust, the hedonistic hamartia that compelled me, intoxicated me with a yearning eagerness.

Question 9

Door 2

Answer 9

Approaching this archaic antiquated door, The ambience expanded into such a crescendo, you could slice it with a blade. Despite the fatigued illusion of the door, the brass doorknob was bathed in luxury, it’s heavenly dappled light pierced with lumenescent golden rays dripping onto my fragmented, fragile skin forming sweet pools of tranquility. The lurid brightness of it brought a new vivid essence to the hues of the ordinary

Question 10

The sun

Answer 10

Igniting, the world anew with such luminosity the sun ascended with casual
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It’s rays, actinf as natures easel, illuminating this euphoric utopia