Hi Sunil OK, This is a technique I am trying to teach you, not a critique. Please allow me to use the content of your original script to create a completely new poem as an example. What I will do is cut out all un-necessary words and then use the material left to directly paint a fantasy scene. No narrators opinions and thoughts, no simile – just pure fantasy. The reader knows from the introduction exactly where you are in reality. Then the ending must be powerful to leave the reader in suspense. Don’t be sacred to embellish liberally, take poetic licence where you can, remember it’s not a documentary of what the writer actually saw (no-one is really interested) but how the image stimulated your imagination. Those fleeting thoughts are made into real (fantasy) characters that impact emotionally on the writer but this impact is implied not stated. There are three parts to this scene; 1. Set the stage to place the reader in the location you want him.(In this case, in a small vulnerable aircraft uncomfortably close to the Himalayas. ) We don’t really want the reader in a safe airliner twenty thousand feet up and abstractly observing some clouds passing below. We want him involved and a little insecure so use the terms “we, us, our” rather than “me, I, my” ) 2. Embellish the scene and introduce characters and actions. Those that you imagined at the time are perfectly good. 3. To create a dramatic ending that would have been terrifying, the boundary between fantasy and reality is deliberately blurred and an element of danger introduced. Then leave the reader suspended in mid flight with almost a prayer on his lips. Lastly, choose a title that will attract a reader as well as pre-loading an idea into his mind. This is just my example of how I would go about it, but of course it’s your poem so you may do it any way you please. I hope you find this useful or at least as inspiring as your original poem was to me. Cheers, Wally [quote][b]Flying with Monsters[/b] Icy fingers slice down from the Himalayas to buffet our little plane climbing out from Kathmandu. Emerald forest, deeply cut by meandering rivers provides a quilted stage on which vaporous cloud formations gather. Mythical creatures rise to dance between gleaming snow-capped peaks and clouds. A white rampant lion rears high, roaring at the heavens. Straddling mountaintops, it claws at the very parapets of Olympus but moments later is masterfully subdued by a graceful goddess clad in a flowing satin gown. Wraithlike subjects rise respectfully to applaud the drama before dissolving into a fluffy curtain that closes on a fairytale scene. Banking hard to skirt the mile high backdrop, our aircraft plunges directly into the smoking maw of an outlandish raging dragon where sky, mountain and cloud become one. In the lap of gods we fly. [/quote]
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