She walked through the wood, holding her red cloak tightly to her thin body. The lower branches of the gnarled oaks spread across her path like old men’s hands, grasping at the hem of the cloak.
As she reached the clearing the branches parted as if they were presenting her with this new view of the small picturesque cottage which sat within the perfect garden.
She removed the hood from her cloak and gazed over to towards the cottage roof where the last rays of the setting sun were glinting like a Turner watercolour, reds, yellow and blue seeping into one another.
Finally it sank beneath the gable as if it was the dying embers of a fire and she walked towards the cottage in trepidation, wondering what she might find within.
It is not usual to put quite so many in one small piece, so it may seem a little over egged!
Yes, naturally Hilary, it will seem over-egged but that was the exercise! One can imagine an entire Red Riding Hood story told in metaphors - might be rather fun. Your first, third and fourth similes were to me the most appropriate as they seemed to reflect your character's mood a little better than the third.
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ReplyDeleteI like your idea/challenge of re-presenting a well-known story through use of similes.
The Turner reference was my stand-alone favourite, usable in different circumstances and with potential to be used and read from a myriad of other perspectives.
i I enjoyed the similes Hilary especially the one referring to the Turner watercolour. PETER
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