Poem – The Language of Cat

Teach me the language of Cat; the slow-motion blink, that crystal stare, a tight-lipped purr and a wide-mouthed hiss. Let me walk with a saunter, nose in the air. Teach my ears the way to ignore names that I’m called. May they only twitch to the distant shake of a boxful of biscuits, the clink…

Poem – The Quangle Wangle’s Hat

On the top of the Crumpetty Tree The Quangle Wangle sat, But his face you could not see, On account of his Beaver Hat. For his Hat was a hundred and two feet wide, With ribbons and bibbons on every side And bells, and buttons, and loops, and lace, So that nobody ever could see…

Poem – It Was Long Ago

I’ll tell you, shall I, something I remember? Something that still means a great deal to me. It was long ago. A dusty road in summer I remember, A mountain, and an old house, and a tree That stood, you know, Behind the house. An old woman I remember In a red shawl with a…

Poem – Tell me, tell me, Sarah Jane

Tell me, tell me, Sarah Jane, Tell me, dearest daughter, Why are you holding in your hand A thimbleful of water? Why do you hold it to your eye And gaze both late and soon From early morning light until The rising of the moon? Mother, I hear the mermaids cry, I hear the mermen…

Poem – The Tyger

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies. Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire? And what shoulder, and what art, Could twist the sinews…