Word Choice: forced, south, strange thing, dead of night, Metaphor: Words fell off my tongue, swallowed them whole, knocked them back, buried themselves, Simile: vowels started to stretch like my bones, like calling in the sea, Repetition : all my words... my old words, my lost words, wanted them back, I wanted my old accent back, First person perspective: I , My , Personification: new words marched in, found my words wandering, Alliteration: words wandering, blood boil, sing-songy,

Poetic techniques in Old Tongue by Jackie Kay

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