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Figurative language from home of the brave, "Soft as grass after…
Figurative language from home of the brave
Personification
"His eyes are wise and calm The eyes of a village elder."
"Two chickens behind her scolding and fussing."
"It's window eyes weep yellow light."
"How can I trust a place where even the ground place tricks."
"His eyes are wary and smart always taking the measure of a person."
"I try hard not to look at another scar The place where Ganwar's left hand should be round bear waiting like an ugly question No one can answer."
"always his eyes seem to know more than I will ever know.
"In my old home, my real home, the sun gave a slight, in the Stars watch to sleep."
"The night Gan War lost his hand was the night I lost my father and brother, The night of men in the sky with guns, the night the Earth opened up like a black pit and swallowed my whole life."
"He pushes a tiny stick on the wall and the room turns to night then blinks awake."
Idiom
"She pretends to shiver to paint a picture for his words."
"I look into her eyes and then tears come down hard and fast, not for her, not for my cousin, not even for even for myself, but because when I look there, I see my mother's eyes looking back at me."
"Kek finds sun when sky is dark."
"He had many cattle, my father, in the respect of our village, but it was his voice that made him a rich man among men."
"I know her to be a woman of many sorrows, carved down to a sharp stone by her luckless life.
"We cannot carry much with us, and so our stories don't make their homes in heavy books."
"The door opens in my old life is waiting on the other side."
"My ears look like they want to fly me away, and my smile takes up most of my face."
"But that farmers hanging on."
"Maybe that's why he tried to always tell me what to do."
Simile
"Red and round like a baby sun".
"Walking through snow is hard work, like wading across a river wild with rain".
"A cow can be in trouble, with her slow, stubborn, body, her belly ripe with milk, her pleading eyes shine at you like river rocks in the sun".
"Still, when Ganwar grasps my hand we are like two calves in the clouds pretending we know how to fly".
"I try hard not to look at another scar, the place where Ganwar's left hand should be, round and bare waiting like an ugly question".
"She isn't like my mother, who's laughter is like bubbling water from a deep spring".
"Its been a long time since I've known that feeling, like a soft blanket on a night when the wind howls".
"his voice was deep, like a storm coming, but gentle, like rain ending.
"On the floor lie blankets and pillows like gentle dunes.
Metaphor
"His laughter makes little clouds."
"He isn't tall like my father was, and there is hair on his face the color of clouds before rain."
"Much time has come and gone, but I still know the worn grey voice of my mother's sister's voice."
She's rounder than I remember, with moon face to match, her black eyes set deep.
"Her finger nails are shiny red the color of blood."
"I run my hands over covers softer than a new calf's coat."
"It's big enough to graze or heard of cattle in made a fine red square stone surrounded by many tall not dead trees."
"I would give all the beds in the great world to feel the sharp thorn of Lual's scolding once again."
"When my tray is heavy with the of gifts of food they stand still in the stream of students."
"His mouth is a line."
"Soft as grass after good rain".