Imagery
Is imagery a literary device? Absolutely! Imagery can be both literal and figurative, and it relies on the interplay of language and sensation to create a sharper image in your brain.
Imagery: is appealing to the readers senses by using highly descriptive langue.
“BRING THE PRISONER FORWARD!” The command
echoed from the far corners of the great coliseum.
Although Chakam, El, and the King sometimes appeared separately, They
were in fact one—a single entity, yet a plurality appearing as in-
tense lights. Sometimes They moved apart. During these times,
Their colors were distinct. Other times, They overlapped, appear-
ing as one single, brilliant, white light.
Although without bodies, they had forms: three individual fig-
ures, each bright as suns. The King radiated in spectrums of greens,
giving the warmth of life. Chakam dressed in blues and violets—a
piercing pureness flowing with brilliant discernment able to purify
with the full ultraviolet range and see through things with x-rays.
El, however, took the shape of a physical body. He dressed in the
fire of reds, the warmth of crimsons, and the joy of burgundy. To-
gether, They occupied the Judgment Seat, illuminating the heav-
ens.
That was the beginning. The admiration and respect this stew-
ard had had for the King, El, and Chakam turned from curiosity to
disillusionment. El had not given him the power to make life. Like
a small discontented cloud, a wisp of envy billowed into puffs of
jealousy. The dissatisfaction of limited power soon overshadowed
the shine of wonderment. The gentle breeze of awe burst into gusts
of rage. He flashed with the frustration of failure. Attracting other
malcontents, he organized them into bilious pride. Updrafts of an-
ger churned beside downdrafts of deceit until dissent echoed across
the land. Rebellion cracked to life.
The King sent messengers investigating this disturbance. How
was it spreading? How could the King stop it? He posted guards,
shuttered the windows of His Kingdom, and reinforced the depths
of His administration. He sheltered the innocent and stationed
armies in strategic locations. The alarms sounded.
Then came that terrible silence: the waiting. Everyone waited
Great trees spanned the wide boulevard, forming an endless
cathedral of outstretched arms gently swaying in the breeze,
whispering great secrets concerning nature and the breath of God.
Glimpses of light danced between their fingers, gently illuminating
the soft path, revealing the glittering hues of the leaf-strewn road.
The fragrant aroma of budding flowers calling insects for pollina-
tion originated from the tips of these branches, while fully mature
fruit hung near the base, welcoming all to partake in the luscious
meals hanging above.
Chapter 6 is filled with descriptive language. (This is actually one of the first exercises I read in a book. Watch something for a half hour then write about what you see. Include as many of the senses as possible) in this case, I focused in a plumb tree in spring.
“The first thing I observed was a small tree
among the many trees. This tree had little green leaves newly bud-
ded. They were much longer than wide, coming to a single point
at the tip as they curled slightly behind themselves. The tree was
half my size and covered with little white flowers, each emitting the scent of God’s perfume. When I looked closer, I saw each flower had yellow centers and five white heart-shaped petals.
“Crawling on these flowers were little creatures with their
three-sectioned bodies. On their heads, they had many eyes and
two antennae. They used these antennae to feel or smell their way
up the stems, around the flowers, and then back again. Six legs
came from their center section. But the third section was largest—
red, dark red, and black.
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