Class 3 Magic Box Poems - March 2011

THE MAGIC BOX, by Kit Wright

I will put in the box
the swish of a silk sari on a summer night,
fire from the nostrils of a Chinese dragon,
the tip of a tongue touching a tooth.

I will put in the box
a snowman with a rumbling belly
a sip of the bluest water from Lake Lucerene,
a leaping spark from an electric fish.

I will put into the box
three violet wishes spoken in Gujarati,
the last joke of an ancient uncle,
and the first smile of a baby.

I will put into the box
a fifth season and a black sun,
a cowboy on a broomstick
and a witch on a white horse.

My box is fashioned from ice and gold and steel,
with stars on the lid and secrets in the corners.
Its hinges are the toe joints of dinosaurs.

I shall surf in my box
on the great high-rolling breakers of the wild Atlantic,
then wash ashore on a yellow beach
the colour of the sun.

Link to watch Kit Wright telling his poem.
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Having watched Kit Wright tell his poem "The Magic Box", we discussed its structure and content. We decided the poem followed a pattern as follows:

The Magic Box

I will put in the box:
pattern of 3

I will put in the box:
pattern of 3

I will put in the box:
pattern of 3

I will put in the box:
pattern of 1 and 1,
followed by 1 and 1

My box is fashioned from:
Describe the box

In my box I will
What you do in your box.

Name

We thought about unlikely or impossible things we could include and together came up with the following ideas:

SOUNDS:
a screech of a stick
a squeak of the teeth
the laugh of a robin
the voice of the crisps
the hiss of the sunset

SMELLS:
the aroma of the moon
the pong of the kipper
the whiff of the ocean
the stench of camel

DREAMS:
dream of the devil
nightmare of Tinkerbell

NATURAL WORLD:
the touch of an otter

WINDOW TO SOMEWHERE:
Tardis to Mars
a portal to Narnia
a spell to get you to the end of the rainbow

We also agreed that the features we should be using to put the image we want into the reader's mind, could include:
alliteration
personification
similes
metaphors

This is what we came up with for our own Magic Box poems:

Click on the link below to go directly to a poem, or enjoy them all!
Why don't you have a go at writing one yourself with the same structure?

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The Magic Box

I will put in the box:
A cry of a twig talking in the bath,
A scream of a snow man on a hot summer's day,
And the pong of daisies in Africa.

I will put in the box:
A noise from a light bulb swinging on the computer,
A dream from Tinkerbelle imagined whilst awake,
And a hobbledy horse hiding in a house.

I will put in the box:
A dream from a little girl flying over the moon,
Buzzing of the baby's bottle sinking in the mud,
And a giggle from a talking dustbin.

I will put in the box:
A brave boy and a flying cat,
A throwing pizza and a spaghetti meatball.

My box is fashioned from
A golden rainbow and a silver thunderbolt.

In my box I will visit the fairies in chocolate land.

Abbi

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The Magic Box

I will put in the box:
The smell of the moon
Breathing out magical musical notes,
The scratch of a broken stick
Blowing out bubbles under water,
The flavour of a gravel path
Leading to the gates of heaven.

I will put in the box:
The burning of a pepper
Made out of fire,
A floating chip
Choking out tomato sauce,
A thumping of my heart
Being roasted by fire.

I will put in the box:
The beating of an umbrella
Being opened by water,
A whispering paintbrush
Painting the clouds,
A laugh from
A little robin bird.

I will put in the box:
The first laugh of a baby
And the smell of a fresh winter's day
The last smile of a Chinese dragon
And the first tooth of an ancient man.

My box is fashioned from
The lever of the finest gold wood
And the prettiest flowers you could ever see.

In my box I will surf on the deep blue waves
Near the edge of the World.

Abigail

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The Magic Box

I will put in my box:
A squeak of paper on the table,
A touch of a fish in its pot,
The target of a glue stick in Africa.

I will put in my box:
A move of chalk outside,
A finger tip from a baby,
An enormous pyramid which is falling.

I will put in my box:
A giraffe which is tall,
A head from Argentina,
The skull from a rat.

I will put in my box:
A water mask and an elephant performance,
A frozen wren and a grave moving.

My box is fashioned,
From silver and gold
With scrolls on the corners
And paint all over the box.
In my box I will run to Egypt in one second.

Austin

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The Magic Box!

I will put in the box,
The frown of a fried fish,
Being grilled with cheese.
The buzz of a baby's bottle,
Which likes to be sipped by Bill.
The coldness of the greeny grey sun,
So cold it makes Lilly hot.

I will put in the box,
The pong of the wrecked wall,
Standing like a statue.
The rain rushing through water,
In the winter's sun.
The cry of the dashing door,
In the doorway of the window.

I will put in the box,
The smell of the creamy colour,
Moving quickly into space.
The hissing of a slithering snake,
Blowing into the distance.
The laughing of a dancing pencil,
Zooming around in the air.

I will put in the box,
A laughing chip and the blackness of the tenth season,
The tension of the big burger and the stench of the ting torch.

My box is made from:
Yellow streaks of gold
Silver lining too.
It has leather on the bottom
And silk sides right through.
And on the top there are bright red stars.

I will watch movies and eat popcorn in my box,
And then I will go to the land of sweets
Where everything will be made out of candy and chocolate.

Chelsea

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The magic box

I will put in the box:
The sweet sound of the TARDIS rushing in the time vortex,
The scent of a new toy crying over a bruise,
The hiss of a rattlesnake swimming underground.

I will put in the box:
The door to the TARDIS ending up in Egypt,
The nightmare of Eden with the daleks,
The dream of heaven meeting the Lord.

I will put in the box:
The kindness of the heart pumping up,
The scream of stereos walking around,
The song of gangsters hanging out.

I will put in the box:
The blue moon and the cold sun,
The dream of an Ancient Egyptian and a carving of Tut's deathstone.

My box is made of fears and tears.
The sides are made from the finest years of my life.
The hinges are my hopes and dreams.

I'll dress as the 1st Dr. and watch the first episode of Dr. Who in my box.

Connor

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The Magic Box

I will put in the box:
The tang of a fish swimming in space,
The blow hole of a whale spitting fire,
The gas from a gas attack.

I will put in the box:
The laugh of dust in an apartment,
The screaming of scissors snipping,
The scent of a camel breathing aloud.

I will put in the box:
The screech of a car blowing up,
The sound of a giraffe sneezing,
The passage of time to King Khufu's death.

I will put in the box:
The galloping of birds and the flight of horses,
A car in the breeze and the warmth of a daisy.

My box is fashioned with screaming babies and the tardis roof.

I shall swim in my box down a volcano in Egypt.

Daniel

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The magic box

I will put in the box:
The hair of a mermaid swimming in the sea,
The laugh of a dustbin as smelly as can be,
The pong of a snowdrop or from a daisy.

I will put in the box:
The buzzing of a baby's bottle,
The squeaking of a twig in a tree,
The buzzing of a light bulb stuck to the roof.

I will put in the box:
The dream of becoming Tinkerbelle,
And the scream of a snowman.

My box is fashioned from
Gold rainbows and lilies.

In my box
I will venture out into the stormy ocean,
And will wash ashore on a tropical beach.

Emma

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Magic box

I would put in the box:
The pong of the camel flying, upside down to Mars,
The aroma of a fish, ambling to the fire station,
Taste of oil, driving around the bath.

I would put in the box:
A screech of hands, sliding on tables,
The hard gritty gravel, in my mouth,
The taste of cement, in the dumper truck

I would put in the box:
A running robin, swimming to mars,
A flying boat, going to space,
A cow, going to swim

I would put in the box:
Rouge rubies and busses on roads,
Orange cement and broken down tow trucks.

My box is fashioned from
Brown ice over chocolate sausages,
The walls are bird wings flapping to get free.

In my box I will
Dry my head under the shower,
And catch a cheetah scratching at me to get away.

Harry

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The Magic Box

I will put in the box
The voice of the skips floating through the air,
The sound of the angles singing Christmas Carrols,
The smell of toasted eggs drifting towards the mountains.

I will put in the box
The dream of the devil dancing in pyjamas,
The jump of a slug with a shell,
A door to the land of green gummy bears.

I will put in the box
The running of a wiggly worm,
The stench of a baby's burp playing with toys,
The sneezing of the mountains walking.

I will put in the box
The bumpy dinosaur skin floating in midair,
And a portal to the land of fortune.

I will put in the box
A boulevard to your hopes and dreams,
And the taste of deep sea fish swimming.

My box is fashioned from
Gold, silver and rainbows,
With hopes on the sides.
I will fly in my box to the land of my dreams.

Joe

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The Magic Box

I will put in the box:
The sniffling of the cheese burgers
Floating in Jupiter.
The thumping of the bones
On a science skeleton.
The stench of the fish
Swimming in Mars.

I will put in the box:
The drips of sour vinegar
Dripping in the River Nile.
The silk of a cloth
Sunk in a sink.
The shuttle of a cell phone
Beeping in Venus.

I will put in the box:
The tail of a Martian
Flying in Saturn.
A mars bar bouncing
On Uranus.
The perfume smell of the first blossom
On a cherry tree.

My box is coloured
By a rainbow
With sparkles in the corners
And secrets never to be told.

I will surf to the land of chips and burgers.

Kiaya

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The Magic Box

I will put in the box:
The screams of crisps
In a crisp packet,
The laughing of burgers
In a kebab van,
The creaking of the pavement
In the playground.

I will put in the box:
The whispering of paintbrushes
In an art gallery,
The swish of the scissors
On the desk,
The thumping of the heart
In the body.

I will put in the box:
A witch on a house
And a builder on a broomstick.

My box is fashioned from:
Gold from a dragon's cave,
And rainbows from dream land.

I will fly in my box to burger world.

Madison

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The magic box

I will put in the box:
The dream of flying to the rainbow in the land of Elves,
The screech of a twig in the forest,
The buzzing of a baby's bottle in the mum's tummy.

I will put in the box:

The dream of becoming Tinkerbell,
The belch of a bee, running to his Queen,
The pong a horse flying under the sea.

I will put in the box:
A flying cow on a plane,
A shooting car spinning to space,
The aroma of a fish, ambling to the fire station.

I will put in the box:
The nightmare of a butterfly
And the salt of the Ocean,
The dream of having my mouth made of grit
And a Robin swimming to mars.

My box is carved from a crafty maker.
The whole box is multi-coloured and feathered.

In my box I will ride my fabulous horse,
Floating around a huge house.

Melanie

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The Magic Box

I will put in the box:
The living of the dead
Sleeping under ground,
A time portal to the land of laptops
In outer space,
The softness of the thistle
Nestled in the mud.

I will put in the box:
The tip of a pointy pyramid
Standing like a soldier,
The pong of flowers
Planted in my back garden,
The perfumed smell of feet
On the end of my legs.

I will put in the box:
The galloping of the fish
On Mount Kilimanjaro,
The colour of sunset
Laying on the sea,
The taste of gravel
Leading to the land of pink.

I will put in the box:
The smell of brand new burgers
And the ripple of a pond,
The burning of the water
And the coldness of fire.

My box is fashioned from
Gold and silver, stars and the moon
The legs are twisted like my friend's pigtail.

In my box,
I will ice-skate to the equator at the end of the World.

Mia

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The Magic Box

I will put in the box:
The laugh of a robin,
On a winter's day.
The smell of the salty ocean,
Up in space.
A rock from Mount Kilimanjaro,
In London square.

I will put in the box:
A light beam,
As bright as the golden sun.
The smell of the fresh morning air,
On a winter's night.
The nightmare of a butterfly,
Of not being able to fly.

I will put in the box:
The leaves of a tree,
On a spring day,
The smile of a tulip,
In the sun,
The cry of a honey bee,
Who doesn't have any honey.

I will put in the box:
The white sun and the yellow moon,
The honey of a bee and the tongue from a butterfly.

My box is fashioned from stars and gold.
The lid is made from a rock from the moon.
The hinges are the ribs of a fish.
I will fly in my box to the land of magic.

Molly

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The Magic Box

I will put in the box:
The sound of dragons' breathe burning down mountains,
The taste of a toasted egg rolling on the floor,
The jump of a snail with its shell falling off.

I will put in the box:
The belch of a baby just being born,
The taste of dinosaur skin from thousands of years ago,
The stench of wind coming from a volcano.

I will put in the box:
A portal to the land of fortune,
The dream of the devil dancing in pyjamas,
The aroma of a dragon right after dinner.

I will put in the box:
The singing of a robin and the laughing of an eagle.
The taste of dragon nails and rainbow chocolate.

My box is forged from,
The finest wood from a willow,
And the waters from the River Severn.
I will play football in my box,
And win every match.

Owen

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The Magic Box

I will put in the box:
The smell of the cream colour,
Drifting through the air.
The tension of the big burger,
Rumbling around you.
The buzzing of a baby's bottle,
Vibrating like an earthquake.

I will put in the box:
The frown of a fried fish,
From the orange ocean.
The stench of a tiny torch,
Coming from everywhere.
The rushing of the water,
From the River Thames.

I will put in the box:
The pong of the wrecked wall,
Crumbling down at the moment.
The blackness of the tense tenth season,
Looming around the world.
The laugh of the cheesy chips,
From pink moonland.

I will put in the box:
The slithering snake and the cold grey sun.
The smooth concrete and the dancing pencil.

My box is fashioned from golden spongy pearls.
The hinges are made from black sweets,
And the legs are covered in blowing bubbles.

I will bounce in it until I touch the sky.

Rebekah

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The Magic Box

I will put in my box:
The future in the blue sea drifting away,
The tenth season flying to Mars,
A wriggly pizza drifting on the sea.

I will put in my box:
A silk sari in the summer's night,
The smell of the moon breathing musical notes,
The flame of the gravel path leading to heaven.

I will put in my box:
A small baby's smile booming,
The tear of a tiny ticklish baby,
A whisper painting the clouds,

I will put in the box:
The black sun and an angel's frown,
A flying cow and a miniature moon.

My box is made out of
Raindrops, smiles and the stars.
The squeaky hinges are made from clocks' hands,
And the base is from a snake's leg.

I will slide in my box and sleep like a baby.

Saloni

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The Magic Box

I will put in the box:
A bit of bumpy lettuce, spinning over the moon,
The smell of animal poo, running in the land of soap,
The squeak of the wind, walking to the sea.

I will put in the box:
The breeze of soft carrots, slipping on the paper,
A pink drop of rain, swimming on the grass,
The sound of the animals having a drink.

I will put in the box:
A royal blue colour when it touches the sea,
A dark blue colour as it strokes the sky,
A straight banana flying in the sky.

I will put in the box:
A silly horse and a boy beneath,
A German cowgirl and a Russian dog.

My box is fashioned from,
The Magic green from Lake Butter,
It has a lollypop which always pops up,
Its hinges are like dinosaur skin.

I will fly in my box,
To the land of Buttercups.

Sasha J

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Magic box

I will put in the box:
A cold drip of fire, swimming under the table,
The boat sailing on hard concrete,
The perfumed smell of feat of an African turaco

I will put in the box:
A swimming pill bug, pretending to sleep,
A witch driving a bus,
A tree as big as a baby's foot.

I will put in the box:
The smallest fighter charging through a battle,
The smallest writing that a blind man can read,
The colours of the rainbow leaking from the sky.

I will put in the box:
A sea that is purple and a new born baby born blue,
Snow in the middle of summer and sunshine from a snowstorm.

My box is crafted from:
Electrics and stickers,
Bones and bobbles,
The hinges are ties and tics.

In my box I will:
Make lollipops and candy
Eat chips and burgers,
Whilst playing on the laptop.

Sasha O'B

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THE MAGIC BOX!

I will put in the box:
The eye of Horus winking at Egypt,
The water of the wild Atlantic Ocean,
And the sizzle of the sun dropping into the water.

I will put in the box:
The buzz of the bee flying in the air,
The burning of the pepper sizzling on the stove,
And the last winter covered in snow.

I will put in the box:
The first smile of a baby crawling in the breeze,
The burning of the forest fire raging in the wind,
And some golden bricks smiling in the sun.

I will put in the box:
The first cry of a baby and the tang of a fish,
A volcano erupting and a space swimming.

My box is fashioned from gold and silver trinkets.
Its hinges are made from rainbows
And in the corners are hidden wishes.

In my box I will play x-box all night.

Thomas

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The Magic Box

I will put in my box:
A sound of a flying tree, singing a lullaby,
A sound of a talking house, coughing up fireballs,
The sound of a screaming ant, walking upside down.

I will put in my box:
A smell of a computer, singing to God,
A sound of a key board, playing a guitar,
And a sound of a solid rock, playing hide and seek.

I will put in my box:
Dinosaur skin, from land before time,
Bright lightning from the sky, hitting a dog's mouth,
And some fire from an Indian dragon, flying to space.

I will put in my box:
A wish of a car in pangrams,
And a snowman going to school,
A school going to Mars and a lick of an elephant.

My box is styled with
Gold and silver rainbows.
It takes me to space with human aliens.

Tom

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