Creative Language Flashcards
Description of the morning
Golden threads of morning light transform my night dreaming into an ambient optimism.
Morning arrives as a mother’s gentle hand, inviting the dreams of night to enter the day.
Description of the night
It was a cold seasonable night of march ,with a pale moon,lying on her back as though the wind had titled her,and a flying wrack of the most diaphanous an lawny texture
Description of dark city
London was startled by a crime of singular ferocity.
Although a fog rolled over the city in small hours ,the early part of the night was cloudless and the lane ,which I overlooked,was brilliantly lit
Description of cold wind
The wind made talking difficult ,and flecked the blood into the face. It seemed to have swept the streets unusually bare of passengers besides for me.
The wind had titled the moon flying wreck of the most diaphanous and lawny texture.
Description of the sea
The ocean breathed, her surface rising and falling with rhythmic ease. The waves became her pulse that day, the echo of the souls she kept safe in her cradle of brine.
Description of bright sky
The sky is pale blue if fading memories. Close your eyes and open them again and it might well have faded away into nothing. It’s watery shade is so uniform as to be unnerving :constant entirely lacking in variation ,a defiant challenge to the notion that there is variety in nature .
Description of clouds
A great chocolate coloured pall lowered over heaven ,but the wind charging and routing the embattled vapours.
Description of sailing
we gazed out at the slothful sea. Ebbing ever so gently, it looked at peace in its jade-green gown. It felt like we were walking on a carpet of candy floss, such was its softness.
