OctPoWriMo Day 13. The Wasp That Ate the Sun

OctPoWriMo Day 13. When the Tiny Become Giant

Poets use hyperbole or exaggeration for emphasis and for emotional effect. When speaking, I often exaggerate when talking, and don’t even notice I’m doing it. It’s so easy to say “everyone was doing it” or “there were millions of them” or “it was huge” when none of those statements were factual.

Example Poem: “The Bat” by Theodore Roethke from All Poetry

The Bat

By day the bat is cousin to the mouse.
He likes the attic of an aging house.

His fingers make a hat about his head.
His pulse beat is so slow we think him dead.

He loops in crazy figures half the night
Among the trees that face the corner light.

But when he brushes up against a screen,
We are afraid of what our eyes have seen:

For something is amiss or out of place
When mice with wings can wear a human face.

~Theodore Roethke

How does this poet use hyperbole? What effect does it have?

Prompt: Think of an insect that you think would be terrifying if it was giant. In your poem describe it in detail. How would it move? What would it do? End with its most terrifying feature. Have you used hyperbole?

Possible form: Lyric poem

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The Wasp That Ate the Sun

It hums like thunder hiding in a jar,

its wings whip wind into walls of sound.

Each step cracks pavement,

each eye reflects a thousand screams.

It drinks gasoline and calls it nectar,

it builds its nest from melted steel.

Children vanish in its shadow’s buzz.

Windows shatter when it sings.

It gnaws through daylight,

leaves smoke instead of pollen.

Flowers curl in prayer;

birds forget their songs.

The sky bends backward in its path,

cars crumple like fallen leaves.

Whole cities kneel beneath its hum.

And worst of all,

its stinger hums my name.

~ Oizys.

[Some thoughts: Roethke uses hyperbole (exaggeration) to heighten the eerie mystery of the bat. He says the bat’s “pulse beat is so slow we think him dead,” which is an exaggeration meant to make the creature seem ghostly or unnatural. He suggests bats are “mice with wings” that can “wear a human face,” an extreme and impossible image. This exaggeration amplifies the unease we feel: the bat becomes something almost monstrous or human-like, unsettling the familiar boundary between human and animal. The effect is that the poem feels uncanny: the bat is both ordinary and otherworldly, small but deeply strange. The hyperbole makes us feel the poet’s fear and fascination.

In my poem, I have used hyperbole to make the wasp godlike in power: “ate the sun,” “drinks gasoline,” “each step cracks pavement” which are impossible exaggerations showing terror and scale. The exaggeration isn’t meant to be realistic; it creates emotional intensity, turning an ordinary fear (of a wasp) into a mythic nightmare. The tone builds from awe to dread, ending with the creature’s most personal, terrifying feature.]