Tag Archives: International Poetry Month

The Smoker Parrot He has the full moon on his breast, The moonbeams are about his wing; He has the colours of a king. I see him floating unto rest When all eyes wearily go west, And the warm winds … Continue reading →

  The Flyin’ Outlaw Come gather ’round me, cowboys, And listen to me close Whilst I tells yuh ’bout a mustang That must uh been a ghost. Yah mighta heard of a Cayuse* In the days they called ’em steed, … Continue reading →

  Aladdin and the Jinn “Bring me soft song,” said Aladdin. “This tailor-shop sings not at all. Chant me a word of the twilight, Of roses that mourn in the fall. Bring me a song like hashish That will comfort … Continue reading →

XIX. The imps of the river yell and rave; They had no power above the wave, But they heaved the billow before the prow, And they dashed the surge against her side, And they struck her keel with jerk and … Continue reading →

  Yet Gentle Will the Griffin Be (What Grandpa told the Children) The moon? It is a griffin’s egg, Hatching to-morrow night. And how the little boys will watch With shouting and delight To see him break the shell and … Continue reading →

  The Dragon & The Undying All night the flares go up; the Dragon sings And beats upon the dark with furious wings; And, stung to rage by his own darting fires, Reaches with grappling coils from town to town; … Continue reading →

Brownie In a corner of the bedroom is a great big curtain, Someone lives behind it, but I don’t know who; I think it is a Brownie, but I’m not quite certain. (Nanny isn’t certain, too.) I looked behind the … Continue reading →