Rusty, old cupboard key
Opens where memories are kept
Mama’s dusty jewels
Packed in tiny boxes
Tiny, old cupboard key
Holds many treasures
treasures collected for years
Mama’s dusty jewels
Packed in tiny boxes
Twisted, old cupboard key
Leads us to many stories
to those jewels, gold and silver
Mama’s dusty jewels
Packed in tiny boxes
Lonely cupboard key
held by a metal ring
that leads us to
Mama’s dusty jewels
Packed in tiny boxes.
At Teach Write Academy, we were honored to have an online experience of poetry with Kate Moore, using a few activities from her book Alphapoetica. This is a poem I crafted from the word KEY!
That cupboard in my parents room held many treasures. I wrote this with a structure I felt would work.
GIFTS 
I love what you created here, esp. the repetition and imagery.
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Juliette, I love the repetition in your poem. I love the key did not just open up the treasures but the memories, too. It was great writing poetry with you last night.
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And work the structure does, Juliette. And as Heather said, the repetition with a twist is perfect. What a wonderful evening it was.
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I could imagine the scene . Well written.
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