Tag: poem
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Unicorn Week – My Precious
Owing to some unicorns actually having existed over time, by whichever means, the unicorn embodies an ideal that one could say, teases us, with a possibility, a glimmer of hope that they may be real. For some, beyond doubt. It is perhaps a dream like creature, one that hints that it just may be real…
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Unicorn Week – Dream Unicorn
The saintly hermit, halfway through his prayers stopped suddenly, and raised his eyes to behold the unbelievable: for there before him stood the legendary creature, startling white, that had approached soundlessly, pleading with his eyes. The legs, so delicately formed, balanced a body wrought of finest ivory. And as he moved, his coat shone like…
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Blenkinsop (The Fat)
Have you ever found a book from your childhood that made you laugh? I unfortunately came across one such item, and it had so many bad jokes, this was a poem that for some reason used to make my child brain convulse with laughter. I warn you, it is very stupid. Just thought I would…
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The Lamb
Little Lamb, who made thee? Dost thou know who made thee? Gave thee life, bid thee feed, By the stream and o’er the mead; Gave thee clothing of delight, Softest clothing, woolly, bright; Gave thee such a tender voice, Making all the valves rejoice? Little Lamb, who made thee? Dost thou know who made thee?…
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The Tiger
By William Blake Tiger! Tiger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deep or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What hand dare seize the fire? And what shoulder, and what art, Could twist…
THE NECROMANCER 