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Mother, any Distance: Guiding Question: How does Simon Armitage present the relationship between a mother and child in this extract? Storm on the Island: Seamus Heaney

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Mother, any Distance: Guiding Question: How does Simon Armitage present the relationship between a mother and child in this extract? Storm on the Island: Seamus Heaney
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  Mother, any Distance: Simon Armitage Mother, any distance greater than a single spanRequires a second pair of hands.You come to help me measure windows, pelmets, doors,The acres of walls, the prairies of the floors.You at the zero end, me with the spool of tape, recordingLength, reporting metres, centimetres back to base, then leaing!p the stairs, the line still feeding out, unreelingYears between us. "nchor. #ite.$ space% walk through the empty bedrooms, climbThe ladder to the loft, to breaking point, where something&as to gie'Two floors below your fingertips still pinchThe last one% hundredth of an inch( $ reachTowards a hatch that opens on an endless skyTo fall or fly. Guiding Question:How does Simon Armitage present the relationship between a mother and child in this extract?Storm on the sland: Seamus Heaney  )e are prepared* we build our houses squat, +ink walls in rock and roof them with good slate. This wizened earth has neer troubled us )ith hay, so, as you see, there are no stacks r stooks that can be lost. -or are there trees )hich might proe company when it blows full last* you know what $ mean%%%leaes and branches /an raise a tragic chorus in a gale +o that you listen to the thing you fear 0orgetting that it pummels your house too. ut there are no trees, no natural shelter. You might think that the sea is company, 12ploding comfortably down on the cliffs, ut no* when it begins, the flung spray hits The ery windows, spits like a tame cat Turned saage. )e 3ust sit tight while wind dies  "nd strafes inisibly. +pace is a salo, )e are bombarded by the empty air. +trange, it is a huge nothing that we fear. Guiding Question:How in this poem does Heaney present the power o! nature?"lac#berry $ic#ing: Seamus Heaney Late "ugust, gien heay rain and sun0or a full week, the blackberries would ripen.   "t first, 3ust one, a glossy purple clot "mong others, red, green, hard as a knot.You ate that first one and its flesh was sweetLike thickened wine* summer4s blood was in itLeaing stains upon the tongue and lust for 5icking. Then red ones inked up and that hunger +ent us out with milk cans, pea tins, 3am%pots)here briars scratched and wet grass bleached our boots.Round hayfields, cornfields and potato%drills)e trekked and picked until the cans were full,!ntil the tinkling bottom had been coered)ith green ones, and on top big dark blobs burnedLike a plate of eyes. ur hands were peppered)ith thorn pricks, our palms sticky as luebeard4s.)e hoarded the fresh berries in the byre.ut when the bath was filled we found a fur, " rat%grey fungus, glutting on our cache.The 3uice was stinking too. nce off the bushThe fruit fermented, the sweet flesh would turn sour.$ always felt like crying. $t wasn4t fair That all the loely canfuls smelt of rot.1ach year $ hoped they4d keep, knew they would not. Guiding Question:%xplain how the poem contrasts ideas o! expected pleasure and disappointment . "lessing: mtia& Dhar#er  The skin cracks like a pod.There neer is enough water.$magine the drip of it,  the small splash, echoin a tin mug,the oice of a kindly god.+ometimes, the sudden rushof fortune. The municipal pipe bursts,siler crashes to the groundand the flow has founda roar of tongues. 0rom the huts,a congregation * eery man womanchild for streets aroundbutts in, with pots,brass, copper, aluminium,plastic buckets,frantic hands,and naked childrenscreaming in the liquid sun,their highlights polished to perfection,flashing light,as the blessing singsoer their small bones. Guiding Question:How does mtia& Dhar#er present water as something to be treasured in this poem?
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