Similes and metaphors… I don’t know if I’ve ever developed the knack for conjuring up witty and vivid comparisons. It’s yet another skill I need to work on. (I think you’ll agree once you read some of my “comparisons.”) But that’s okay. I’m cultivating plants of prose. Some will need a good deal of pruning.
Last night’s objective: create similes and metaphors for one object in the room. Okie dokie. I glanced up and chose the first object in my sight– an armoire. And… here are a few of the many comparisons I came up with. (Now, be gentle. In my defense, it was past my bedtime…)
- The armoire, one drawer seductively ajar, was an open window begging for a peeping Tom.
- The armoire balanced the family’s treasures on its crown, like Atlas holding the heavens on his back.
- The armoire, tightly closed off, was a chaste, girdled woman.
- The armoire’s wooden doors creaked open, like ancient floorboards on a farmhouse porch.
- The armoire, pressed full of dusty trinkets and cracked photographs, was a mausoleum for all things once beloved, but now forgotten.
I was supposed to do the same with a person and a person’s characteristics, but no one was around last night, so I’ll do it today while at work. I’ll have quite the selection of people from which to choose. Mwwhhahaha! *Rubbing hands together* Will be fun!!
Speaking of comparisons, I saved this list from an email that was forwarded to me ages ago. I’m sure it was passed around the world twice, but I will post it here just in case someone out there hasn’t seen it yet (ie: mom?). It’s good for a snicker or two, so take the time to read it. Supposedly it’s a list of comparisons created by high school students. I’m not entirely convinced of that, but who cares. It’s funny. I leave you with this:
- Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two sides gently compressed by a ThighMaster.
- His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a dryer without Cling Free.
- He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a guy who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking at high schools about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it.
- She grew on him like she was a colony of E. Coli, and he was room-temperature Canadian beef.
- She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes just before it throws up.
- Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.
- He was as tall as a six-foot, three-inch tree.
- The revelation that his marriage of 30 years had disintegrated because of his wife’s infidelity came as a rude shock, like a surcharge at a formerly surcharge-free ATM machine.
- The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn’t.
- McBride fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a Hefty bag filled with vegetable soup.
- From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an eerie, surreal quality, like when you’re on vacation in another city and Jeopardy comes on at 7:00 p.m. instead of 7:30.
- Her hair glistened in the rain like a nose hair after a sneeze.
- The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you fry them in hot grease.
- Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36 p.m. traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19 p.m. at a speed of 35 mph.
- They lived in a typical suburban neighborhood with picket fences that resembled Nancy Kerrigan’s teeth.
- John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met.
- He fell for her like his heart was a mob informant, and she was the East River.
- Even in his last years, Granddad had a mind like a steel trap, only one that had been left out so long it had rusted shut.
- Shots rang out, as shots are wont to do.
- The plan was simple, like my brother-in-law Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan just might work.
- The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not eating for a while.
- He was as lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck, either, but a real duck that was actually lame, maybe from stepping on a land mine or something.
- The ballerina rose gracefully en Pointe and extended one slender leg behind her, like a dog at a fire hydrant.
- It was an American tradition, like fathers chasing kids around with power tools.
- He was deeply in love. When she spoke, he thought he heard bells, as if she were a garbage truck backing up.