Into the cold and onto the deck,
Bombarded with sharp drop and stone,
He leaped out – wild eyes chasing about,
And grinning that he was alone.
Climbing with grip which sheared and which ripped,
Hand over hand, up her slick back,
He opened, he shouted, he cried from
Within: “Roar wind and I’ll roar back!”
They peered down and parted the clouds,
Luminescent of sterling sailors of old.
With steadfast inspection, his eye reflected
Their stellate, ethereal glimmer of gold.
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Again, an excellent comparison. You did not need to do two extended metaphors, but you did a nice job with both of them. Excellent work. You have command of the diction and subject matter. Great work.
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