All on a pleasant meadow

jarcher54

 

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

 

 

  • Author: jarcher54 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 20th, 2020 00:53
  • 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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Comments13

  • Goldfinch60

    A wonderful Fake Blake jarcher54.

    Andy

    • jarcher54

      I vaguely recall being crestfallen when my then girlfriend said the devils looked like angry teeth!

    • Michael Edwards

      This really appeals to me and great artwork too. Did you leave art behind or do you still practice it?

      • jarcher54

        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.

      • L. B. Mek

        wonderful artwork and I like the imagery in your write,
        very creative - very Blake(esque)

        • jarcher54

          Thank you sir... this thing was buried in a pile with annual statements and the like. Glad someone appreciates it after like 40 years!

        • AuburnScribbler

          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.

        • Neville


          there is indeed something rather special about these words and artwork... they certainly work together very well...................

        • 🐤s.zaynab.kamoonpuri🌷🐦😽

          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?

        • ron parrish aka wordman

          lot of great attributes with this write

        • Doggerel Dave

          Missed this first time round (second time today!) Glad I got here via the usual process (‘ Sow and ye shall..’) Great job – you couldn’t up your output could you? I appreciate you are busy, but you have the goods plus a commitment to this site, so…..?

          While here, your reference to Blake got me going… 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 TCS’s on Poetry Foundation - are there any more? Of the two I’d be voting for ‘A little black thing…..’. That your choice too?

          • jarcher54

            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

            • jarcher54

              Try this one... perfect interpretation...

              https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vJrCO153LdM

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            • Paul Bell

              Roll this forward to present day Ukraine, and you're not that far out in your poem.

              • jarcher54

                Yes, that's what I was intending... the innocence of youth/everyday life is always under a shadow...

              • Neville



                when your muse eventually finds you .. be sure I shall still be here .. Neville

              • Alex Praw

                Such an interesting contrast. From a pleasant meadow
                with lambs to hell.

              • Alex Praw

                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!!!

                • jarcher54

                  Thanks Alex... glad you checked in!

                • sorenbarrett

                  Great poem and artwork the poem has a Scottish of English flavor and though all others say Blake I sense a little Hieronymus Bosch. Loved especially the last line.

                  • jarcher54

                    Too kind sir, but thanks for the suggested connection... I see it now that you mention it!



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