Today marks the annual National Poetry Day, verse and rhyme across the UK – to get in the spirit we asked our comics friends to play. Okay, I will stop trying to do badly rhymed sentences now that would make McGonagle wince… It is indeed National Poetry Day today and just for a little bit of fun a couple of our comics chums have very kindly gotten into the spirit of the day and created some comics art to go with their favourite poems to share today.
This one if courtesy of Douglas Noble – it’s a 14th century verse Doug’s fond of, particularly because it gives you an idea of how English once used to sound, centuries ago. Best read out loud, he comments and in my experience that’s usually true of all poetry, best read out to get the feel and sound of the language:
“Gold and all this werdis win,
Is nought but Christis Rode
I wode be claad in Christis skin,
That ran so longe on blode,
And gon t’ is herte and taken mine in,
Ther is a fulsum fode:
Than yef I little of kith or kin,
For there is alle gode.”
A complete change of style (and era) for the next one: Cliodhna Lyons felt inspired reading Katherine Lenniger’s rather lovely poem Sand Between My Toes (I don’t blame her, it is one of those evocative wee poems you can close your eyes and imagine yourself there to) and she just had to create this sweet art to go with it:
“I run towards the water,
with sand between my toes.
the wind wips my hair around,
with sand beetween my toes.
The smell of salt is in the air,
with sand between my toes.
I’m finally where Iwant to be,
with sand between my toes.”
And David Baillie sneaked us this lovely interpretation of one of his favourites (and one of mine, actually), Ae Fond Kiss by Scotland’s national Bard Robert Burns:
“Ae fond kiss, and then we sever;
Ae fareweel, alas, for ever!
Deep in heart-wrung tears I’ll pledge thee,
Warring sighs and groans I’ll wage thee.
Who shall say that Fortune grieves him,
While the star of hope she leaves him?
Me, nae cheerful twinkle lights me;
Dark despair around benights me.
I’ll ne’er blame my partial fancy,
Naething could resist my Nancy:
But to see her was to love her;
Love but her, and love for ever.
Had we never lov’d sae kindly,
Had we never lov’d sae blindly,
Never met-or never parted,
We had ne’er been broken-hearted.
Fare-thee-weel, thou first and fairest!
Fare-thee-weel, thou best and dearest!
Thine be ilka joy and treasure,
Peace, Enjoyment, Love and Pleasure!
Ae fond kiss, and then we sever!
Ae fareweeli alas, for ever!
Deep in heart-wrung tears I’ll pledge thee,
Warring sighs and groans I’ll wage thee. “
October 7th, 2010 at 8:15 am
Time to get your poetry on, people: http://forbiddenplanet.co.uk/b.....try-day-2/