The Magic Box 
I will put into the box 
the swish of a silk sari on a summer night, 
fire from the nostrils of a Chinese dragon, 
the tip of a tongue touching a tooth.
The Magic Box 
I will put into the box 
a snowman with a rumbling belly 
a sip of the bluest water from Lake Lucerne, 
a leaping spark from an electric fish.
The Magic Box 
I will put into the box 
three violet wishes spoken in Gujarati, 
the last joke of an ancient uncle, 
and the first smile of a baby.
The Magic Box 
I will put into the box 
a fifth season and a black sun, 
a cowboy on a broomstick 
and a witch on a white horse.
The Magic Box 
My box is fashioned from ice and gold and steel, 
With stars on the lid and secrets in the corners. 
Its hinges are the toe joints of dinosaurs. 
I shall surf in my box 
on the great high-rolling breakers of the wild Atlantic 
then wash ashore on a yellow beach 
the colour of the sun. 
Kit Wright
Now it’s your turn… 
What are you going to put in 
your box?
write a 
descriptive 
poem 
I can…
Success Criteria 
I can write a descriptive poem. 
 Be creative and imaginative! 
 Use adjectives 
 Use a simile 
 Use a metaphor 
 Use accurate punctuation and spelling
Think carefully about things that are 
important to you… 
sounds feelings places tastes 
thoughts beautiful things smells 
Think the impossible!

The magic box

  • 1.
    The Magic Box I will put into the box the swish of a silk sari on a summer night, fire from the nostrils of a Chinese dragon, the tip of a tongue touching a tooth.
  • 2.
    The Magic Box I will put into the box a snowman with a rumbling belly a sip of the bluest water from Lake Lucerne, a leaping spark from an electric fish.
  • 3.
    The Magic Box I will put into the box three violet wishes spoken in Gujarati, the last joke of an ancient uncle, and the first smile of a baby.
  • 4.
    The Magic Box I will put into the box a fifth season and a black sun, a cowboy on a broomstick and a witch on a white horse.
  • 5.
    The Magic Box My box is fashioned from ice and gold and steel, With stars on the lid and secrets in the corners. Its hinges are the toe joints of dinosaurs. I shall surf in my box on the great high-rolling breakers of the wild Atlantic then wash ashore on a yellow beach the colour of the sun. Kit Wright
  • 6.
    Now it’s yourturn… What are you going to put in your box?
  • 7.
    write a descriptive poem I can…
  • 8.
    Success Criteria Ican write a descriptive poem.  Be creative and imaginative!  Use adjectives  Use a simile  Use a metaphor  Use accurate punctuation and spelling
  • 9.
    Think carefully aboutthings that are important to you… sounds feelings places tastes thoughts beautiful things smells Think the impossible!