Day 7 - Vignettes

Today in the "to the woods" intersession, we designed vignettes. Vignettes are short descriptions of a picture or animal that describe them in the 5 senses in some way. They describe a story, something that comes alive and makes the reader feel something at the end of your story/scripture. It is designed to envoke some emotion inside of the person reading it.

                         The first vignette we did was with this picture, which was a practice vignette

My vignette: 

Swimming along the river,

Fish are aware that they may be dinner,

And then comes the bear,

The big, fuzzy and tall scare.

The bear tries to eat the fish,

And the fish are aware that they are the dish,

And try to leap from the bear’s hands.

The fish escape and squirm on the sands.

While the bear accidently bites his hands.

The bear howls a menacing roar

With its paws, now sore

 With the taste of blood in its mouth

The bear’s courage has gone south

And now it walks away, hungry and sad

A lucky day, the fish had

To live another day

Tis all life will say.

Then, after we did this we had to choose a picture we took earlier in the intersession. For this, I chose a picture of a bee and wrote a vignette about bees in general, not just the bee in the picture. 

the picture of the bee

My vignette about bees:

The greatest farmer, ‘tis the bee

Able to grow the flower, the bush and the tree.

With the superpower of pollination,

Mankind is its damnation.

For when people hear the buzz,

Or when they touch its fuzz,

Man gets scared and wants to rid of it,

The bee population getting reduced bit by bit.

Man destroys flowers and many a plant

The bees, with mercy they chant.

Man doesn’t listen to the yellow and black,

And so this furthers the attack.

The bees decline, honey gets rarer,

Mankind has to be the bearer.

The bearer of guilt and shame,

For we are the only ones to blame.

The bee, whilst simple in its nature,

The king of the plants, standing with great stature.

But man is evil and selfish,

Lawns becoming barer and barer, they accomplish.

With less flowers and plants the bee eats,

Its demise, the bee meets.

And ‘tis the reason the bee, the carrier of pollen,

Will, in due time, have fallen.

And so with it, the flowers, bushes and the tree,

For man was selfish, but this I ask of thee,

Don’t kill bees, don’t destroy flowers

For if we do, the master of plants we devour.