All on a pleasant meadow
Where lambs tramp the verdure
Like stars by day the flowers
Twinkle so pure
And here the children laughing
Spend the spring-time hours
Till nurses from the porches
Call them indoors
By the blackened hearth-place
When sets the sun from the dell
The sombre fire lights their faces
Like a glow from hell
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jarcher54 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote and illustrated this for my girlfriend (now the missus) in college decades ago. It was intended to be silly, a fake Blake. Songs of Innocence... the lost page!
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A wonderful Fake Blake jarcher54.
Andy
I vaguely recall being crestfallen when my then girlfriend said the devils looked like angry teeth!
This really appeals to me and great artwork too. Did you leave art behind or do you still practice it?
I'm the guy at work who always gets volunteered to make the signs because I can letter and decorate the margins! Some of my best work says stuff like "Out of Order" or "The Drivers License Office is on the Opposite Side of the Lobby." Did very little real art most of my working days but I have started squeezing in a little watercolor, inspired by my dear friend Pomona Hallenbeck, http://www.sketchboxstudio.com/prints.html
Thanks for the cheering on. When I retire it's one of the things I plan to do a lot more of.
wonderful artwork and I like the imagery in your write,
very creative - very Blake(esque)
Thank you sir... this thing was buried in a pile with annual statements and the like. Glad someone appreciates it after like 40 years!
A brilliantly flowing little story here, accompanied by a wonderfully crafted "nouveau illumination."
Looking forward to more "Fake Blakes" and other stuff.
Take care,
Ben.
there is indeed something rather special about these words and artwork... they certainly work together very well...................
Ahan you too write light anx playful songs that can be enjoyed both as youthful rhymes and grownup stuff too. The imagery is fabulous. Kudos.!!
Oh and i just noted that you are a poet not poetess. And maybe you are Texan?
lot of great attributes with this write
Missed this first time round (second time today!) Glad I got here via the usual process (ā Sow and ye shall..ā) Great job ā you couldnāt up your output could you? I appreciate you are busy, but you have the goods plus a commitment to this site, soā¦..?
While here, your reference to Blake got me goingā¦ Beyond Tyger, his poetry was a little two mystical for my somewhat literal mind, so I never got into him. However your reference to The Chimney Sweeper pushed me to investigate. Two TCSās on Poetry Foundation - are there any more? Of the two Iād be voting for āA little black thingā¦..ā. That your choice too?
Here is the one I always find so haunting... the little shaved sweep keeps looking for the bright side... https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/43654/the-chimney-sweeper-when-my-mother-died-i-was-very-young
Try this one... perfect interpretation...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vJrCO153LdM
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Roll this forward to present day Ukraine, and you're not that far out in your poem.
Yes, that's what I was intending... the innocence of youth/everyday life is always under a shadow...
when your muse eventually finds you .. be sure I shall still be here .. Neville
Such an interesting contrast. From a pleasant meadow
with lambs to hell.
Such an interesting contrast. From a pleasant meadow with lambs to hell. And it's you who created the picture... It's such a piece of art!!!
Thanks Alex... glad you checked in!
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