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Well, I am not sure that it is impossible, Tom, but I think that it takes a poet to do it decently. I cannot offhand see how to change your cheeks/blood one. Perhaps another member is more talented at this.
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Her cheeks are blood red? It reminds me of a famous ballad :
and the opening lines are:
As this is an old Scottish ballad, you have to realise that blood is written and pronounced as blude, where becomes whare and skilful becomes skeely A skipper is a captain of a ship
I agree with Mr. Micawber’s statements about your original question.
Some things just don’t work well as metaphors. But I think it’s also possible that, given exactly the right context, you can probably say things that would otherwise (out of context) just sound weird.
“Her cheeks are blood red”[/i] isn’t a metaphor in my opinion, it’s simply a description of the color or her cheeks.
Let me ask you a question. What do you consider the difference between metaphor and metaphoric to be (other than the obvious noun/adjective difference)? And aren’t similes a little different from metaphors?
Tom’s question was whether Her cheeks are blood red is a metaphor or not. And I just couldn’t see the answer to that question as yes. Particularly in light of the other examples he gave.
But, then again, maybe I’m out of order. :lol:
Tom’s sentence could also have been reworded as Her cheeks are the same color as blood. In my book, that’s not a metaphor. Is that a simile? I guess so. 8)
As for me,I don’t see any metaphorical sense here.It may be considered rather a simile than a metaphor.By the way,it occurred to me that it would be better to create a columh dealing with stylistics and stylistic analysis What’s your opinion?I think it would be very useful!
Without wishing to flog a dead horse (now there’s a metaphor) to me a metaphor is a non-literal use of a word and that’s how I see this wrteched woman and her cheeks. It’s like the old king drinking his blude-red wine.
Also not wishing to flog a dead horse, but nonetheless not being able to resist, here’s something I found (from The Black Adder):
“This is a crisis. A large crisis. In fact, if you’ve got a moment, it’s a twelve-story crisis with a magnificent entrance hall, carpeting throughout, 24-hour porterage and an enormous sign on the roof saying 'This Is a Large Crisis.'”