Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that contains at least one of a different kind of simile – an epic simile. Also known as Homeric similes, these are basically extended similes that develop over multiple lines. Perhaps unsurprisingly, they have mainly been used in epic poems, typically as decorative elements that emphasize the dramatic nature of the subject (see, by way of illustration, this example from Milton’s Paradise Lost). But you could write a complete poem that is just one lengthy, epic simile, relying on the surprising comparison of unlike things to carry the poem across.
Mine for today is based on, one epic simile.
Indian April's like a furnace- a tunnel brick kiln, with a continuous fire burning, a stream of hot air blowing and sealed on all sides with no option to escape, but remain stationary or move forward as it gets warmer and warmer, until the last bit of moisture is sucked out from every 'green' brick; making it harder, and stronger so there's no cracking during May's 'firing'. P.S. We had the coldest and the longest winter this year and we waited for summer to come to thaw our bones and to melt our frozen blood. Summer came as promised and we thawed all right. But, it's so much more hotter than the previous years and it's toasting everything in sight. The Meterological department has stated that this is the hottest April in a decade. Copyright@smithavishwanathsblog.com. All Rights reserved
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