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Still owns him

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Realises that his imaginary friend isn't real

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'She says there are no Gallachers at 24 Novar'

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'She says there are no Gallachers at 24 Novar'

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Brings back to reality

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Could be using the weather to represent his feelings e.g sadness

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Shows that it was an important day

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Subconsciously knows that he isn't real

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He now refers to him as daddy rather than father. Could show that he is still young and is proving that he needs an imaginary friend

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Short sentence, could mean that he still wants to get away from things

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Fantasising, tells us that he still wants to be with him

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Talks about his memories with him; can now see that it doesn't last

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Uses father instead of dad or daddy at the start

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Stating opposites; could already be showing that whatever it is, it isnt going to last

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Shows the imagination that the child has; already seeing that it could be an imaginary friend

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Could suggest that he owns him

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"shimmering muscles"

"the glistening veins"

"stately heads"

"the searing breath"

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"like helpless children"

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There's quite a lot of itchy language used in the poem

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There's quite a lot of itchy language used in the poem

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"I would pull a frog's wishbone"

"I was scorned as demon and witch"

"A foul hex above the stable door"

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Archaic - valueing the past

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Major turning point. The whole poem changes tone/mood.

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Shows how he/she isn't in control anymore

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this shows how he is in control. But, later on in the text

there is a turning point.

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"tender giants"

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Uses all of the senses in the first paragraph

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Uses all of the senses in the first paragraph

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"They shouted for me" - hear

"scented with rosemary; cinnamon" - smell

"draw the tender giants to my hands" - touch

"shimmering muscles refused" - sight

"my secret was a spongy tissue, pulled bloody" - taste

this might be used to show to the reader the horse whispering is his/her whole life as everything that he does is to do with the horses. This is carried on throughout the whole text.

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They shouted for me

when their horses snorted, when restless

hooves traced circles in the earth

and shimmering muscles refused the plough.

My secret was a spongy tissue, pulled bloody

from the mouth of a just-born foal,

scented with rosemary, cinnamon,

a charm to draw the tender giants

to my hands.

30 Still I miss them. Shire, Clydesdale, Suffolk.

The searing breath, glistening veins,

steady tread and the pride,

most of all the pride.

They shouted for me

when their horses reared at the burning straw

and eyes revolved in stately heads.

I would pull a frog’s wishbone,

tainted by meat, from a pouch,

a new fear to fight the fear of fire,

so I could lead the horses,

like helpless children, to safety.

I swore I would protect

this legacy of whispers

but the tractor came over the fields

like a warning. I was the life-blood

no longer. From pulpits

I was scorned as demon and witch.

Pitchforks drove me from villages and farms.

My gifts were the tools of revenge.

A foul hex above a stable door

so a trusted stallion could be ridden

no more. Then I joined the stampede,

with others of my kind,

to countries far from our trade.

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Loss, Confusion, Grief, Regret, Anger

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‘Head injury’  ’damaged brain’  ’Her face, broken

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It’s a dramatic monologue, however it is broken and disjointed through the use of enjambment and mixed pronouns, swapping from ‘she’ (as her past self) and ‘I’ (for her present self). Caesuras also add to the disorienting effect.

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A woman looks at a photograph of herself remembering her former life before she lost her memory in a head injury. Her life before the accident seems very different, she feels like another person now. There is a sense of sadness at her loss.

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‘I wonder’  ’What I have forgotten’  ’grieves for it’  ’Mourning’  ’I, who need reminding’  ’I do not remember’  ’forget her reasons’

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The stark contrast between her past and present emphasises the separation of her two selves. Before she was ‘Like a Degas dancer’, now she is ‘Enmeshed in comforting/Fat’. ‘A bright girl she was’ she was ‘proud of her former self’

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Seems medical, factual – the use of brackets and a colon seem unusual.

Written in third person – suggests that it may be a narrative.

Head Injury – implies some type of pain – could be physical or mental.

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I would like to have known

My husband’s wife, my mother’s only daughter.

A bright girl she was.

Enmeshed in comforting

Fat, I wonder at her delicate angles.

Her autocratic knee

Like a Degas dancer’s

Adjusts to the observer with airy poise,

That now lugs me upstairs

Hardly. Her face, broken

By nothing sharper than smiles, holds in its smiles

What I have forgotten.

She knows my father’s dead,

And grieves for it, and smiles. She has digested

Mourning. Her smile shows it.

I, who need reminding

Every morning, shall never get over what

I do not remember.

Consistency matters.

I should like to keep faith with her lack of faith,

But forget her reasons.

Proud of this younger self,

I assert her achievements, her A Levels,

Her job with a future.

Poor clever girl! I know,

For all my damaged brain, something she doesn’t:

I am her future.

A bright girl she was.

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Both poems use distinctive imagery to create the character of a strong woman.

Alliteration and rhyme are powerfully used in both poems, but neither follows a regular rhyme scheme.

Although both poems are about marriages, love leads to happiness in Singh Song!, unlike the love described in Medusa.

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The whole poem is an extended metaphor for a jealous woman who turns against her partner. Although jealousy makes Medusa dangerous, she also loses a lot: her hair turns to "filthy snakes" and her breath "soured, stank". She is aware of the change in herself: by the end of the poem the rhetorical questions "Wasn't I beautiful?/Wasn't I fragrant and young?" show her bitterness at being betrayed and sadness at that change.

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War imagery

Oxymoron, bullets are violent and tearsare a sign of weakness and non violence

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war imagery

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I glanced at a buzzing bee, a dull grey pebble fell to the ground. I glanced at a singing bird,a handful of dusty gravel spattered down.

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I glanced at a buzzing bee, a dull grey pebble fell to the ground. I glanced at a singing bird,a handful of dusty gravel spattered down.

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Everthing she looks at that is beautiful turns into something ugly could show that everybody is neglecting her and turning her down

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looking back on how she used to

look good but is now a monster

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How she has changed

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A suspicion, a
doubt, a jealousy grew in my mind, which turned the hairs on my head to filthy snakes,
as though my thoughts hissed and spat on my scalp.
My bride’s breath soured, stank in the grey bags of my lungs. I’m foul mouthed now, foul tongued, yellow fanged.
There are bullet tears in my eyes. Are you terrified?
Be terrified. It’s you I love, perfect man, Greek God, my own;
but I know you’ll go, betray me, stray
from home. So better by far for me if you were stone.
I glanced at a buzzing bee, a dull grey pebble fell to the ground. I glanced at a singing bird,
a handful of dusty gravel spattered down.
I looked at a ginger cat, a housebrick shattered a bowl of milk.
I looked at a snuffling pig, a boulder rolled

in a heap of shit.

stared in the mirror. Love gone bad
showed me a Gorgon. I stared at a dragon. Fire spewed
from the mouth of a mountain.
And here you come with a shield for a heart and a sword for a tongue and your girls, your girls. Wasn’t I beautiful?
Wasn’t I fragrant and young?
Look at me now.

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Even with his high amount of tattoos he's simply a clown that looks funny and he is just pathetic

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Too many tattoos?

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He has many tattoos that show his 'punk' side, however it's out dated and makes him look sad

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'Every pixel of that man's skin is shot through with indelible ink'

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'Every pixel of that man's skin is shot through with indelible ink'

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The "punk" has his whole body tattooed, a bold, none normal appearance, like the make up of a clown.

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the word towing suggests that even the dog doesn't want to be there.

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An outdated person that is a laughing stock. The punk is the laughing stock.

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Dishonest or illegal. More commonly in a devious manner

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Driving home through the shonky side of town,

three times out of ten you’ll see the town clown,

like a basket of washing that got up

and walked, towing a dog on a rope. But

don’t laugh: every pixel of that man’s skin

is shot through with indelible ink;

as he steps out at the traffic lights,

think what he’ll look like in thirty years’ time -

the deflated face and shrunken scalp

still daubed with the sad tattoos of high punk.

You kids in the back seat who wince and scream

when he slathers his daft mush on the windscreen,

remember the clown punk with his dyed brain,

then picture windscreen wipers, and let it rain.

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“Sunday somber bell"; “sailed my ship Slept at night”; “roar on the rockery stones”;  “A woman figure without fault”.

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'The birds the grass the trees the lake'

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'The birds the grass the trees the lake'

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This shows the park being empty, suggesting that the hunchback is once again alone.

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suggests that he is solitary as the dark connotes loneliness.

the word kennel is associated with dogs, this suggests that the hunchback is worthless as he doesn't deserve to be treated like a person.

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This refers to the hunchback's physical restraints

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'Straight and tall from his crooked bones'

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'Straight and tall from his crooked bones'

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This contrasts directly with the hunchback

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This suggests that the hunchback also has a vivid imagination

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'The old dog sleeper...made tigers jump out of their eyes'

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'The old dog sleeper...made tigers jump out of their eyes'

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The boys are contrasted with the old dog sleeper, nurses and swans when they are said to have made tigers jump out their eyes. this is suggesting that they have a lively imagination whereas the other characters are described in a boring manor.

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the boys mocking the hunchback develops the idea that the hunchback is isolated from society.

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This creates the image that the park is of an exotic nature.

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There are three viewpoints in the poem: the hunchback, the poet and the truant boys. The poem uses these differing viewpoints to suggest that the hunchback is isolated

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'Like the park birds he came early Like the water he sat down'

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'Like the park birds he came early Like the water he sat down'

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could suggest that he is closer to nature than he is to people.

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http://www.bbc.co.uk/schools/gcsebitesize/english_literature/poetrycharactervoice/thehunchbackparkrev1.shtml

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A secondary school revision resource for GCSE English Literature about Dylan Thomas' poem, "The Hunchback in the Park".

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He was seven and I was six, my Brendon Gallacher.
He was Irish and I was Scottish, my Brendon Gallacher.
His father was in prison; he was a cat burglar.
My father was a communist party full-time worker.
He had six brothers and I had one, my Brendon Gallacher.

He would hold my hand and take me by the river
Where we’d talk all about his family being poor.
He’d get his mum out of Glasgow when he got older.
A wee holiday someplace nice.  Some place far.
I’d tell my mum about Brendon Gallacher.

How his mum drank and his daddy was a cat burglar.
And she’d say, ‘why not have him round for dinner?’
No, no, I’d say he’s got big holes in his trousers.
I like meeting him by the burn in the open air.
Then one day after we’d been friends for two years,

One day when it was pouring and I was indoors,
My mum says to me, ‘I was talking to Mrs Moir
Who lives next door to your Brendon Gallacher
Didn’t you say his address was 24 Novar?
She says here are No Gallachers at 24 Novar

There never have been any Gallachers next door.’
And he died then, my Brendon Gallacher,
Flat out on my bedroom floor, his spiky hair,
His impish grin, his funny flapping ear.
Oh Brendon.  Oh my Brendon Gallacher

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'Eating bread from a newspaper, Drinking water'

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'Eating bread from a newspaper, Drinking water'

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bread and water is usually given to prisoners which suggests that his life is hard

also bread and water are very bland suggesting that his life is boring

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Shows that he has no energy as he uses the tree to hold him up.

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Suggests repetition, that his solitude and misery never stops.

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Suggests that there is nobody who cares for him
Also suggests he is imprisoned metaphorically

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Mister suggests he was once important, but now is nameless

however solitary show that he is now lonely.

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The hunchback in the park
A solitary mister
Propped between trees and water
From the opening of the garden lock
That lets the trees and water enter
Until the Sunday sombre bell at dark

Eating bread from a newspaper
Drinking water from the chained cup
That the children filled with gravel
In the fountain basin where I sailed my ship
Slept at night in a dog kennel
But nobody chained him up.

Like the park birds he came early
Like the water he sat down
And Mister they called Hey mister
The truant boys from the town
Running when he had heard them clearly
On out of sound

Past lake and rockery
Laughing when he shook his paper
Hunchbacked in mockery
Through the loud zoo of the willow groves
Dodging the park keeper
With his stick that picked up leaves.

And the old dog sleeper
Alone between nurses and swans
While the boys among willows
Made the tigers jump out of their eyes
To roar on the rockery stones
And the groves were blue with sailors

Made all day until bell time
A woman figure without fault
Straight as a young elm
Straight and tall from his crooked bones
That she might stand in the night
After the locks and chains

All night in the unmade park
After the railings and shrubberies
The birds the grass the trees the lake
And the wild boys innocent as strawberries
Had followed the hunchback
To his kennel in the dark.