Stock cheesy photo as I am far to tired to snap my own, that is for a whole new post entirely!
I could sit and read poetry all day. I could bore my peers senseless raving on about Ted Hughes' The Thought Fox and how much I love it, but you know I've got to be diverse yeah? Shakespeare got deemed too intimidating along with Wordsworth and Coleridge. Although I briefly considered the relationship between the two poets and could have totally switched lanes regarding my creative writing peer teach I focused on finding a simple poem rich with everyday words. Khubla Khan is too big a concept to introduce to new poets on virgin territory and The Goblin Market by Christina Rossetti. Well, where do you start with that?
This is such a good recording of this wonderful poem, I dare you to listen to it, and rethink what you think poetry actually is.
Anyway, do you want to know what apt poem I found?
John Masefield |
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea's face, and a grey dawn breaking.
I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
I must down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.
I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
I must down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.
I must down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.
Still left wondering why I titled this post with a Morrissey song? Well, it's going to be playing in the background as my peers create poetry. Ta-dahh! I always get him in somewhere. #mozarmy etc.