This week’s painting the poem, with Ruth Bitowski, was a choice between The Owl and the Pussy Cat (Edward Lear) The Eagle (Tennysson) and an anonymous, untitled 17th century riddle.
Chrissie was inspired by a photograph of a Golden Eagle (top) Anne created this striking Eagle (middle left) Bethan (top) Mavis (middle row) chose the Owl and the Pussy Cat, Trish went for The Eagle in flight, and Rachel andJ ane for the peacock with the fiery tail, Read these fabulously evocative poems below.
Read the three poems below
The Owl and the Pussy-Cat.
By Edward Lear
The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea-green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
Wrapped up in a five-pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
“O lovely Pussy! O Pussy, my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are,
What a beautiful Pussy you are!”
Pussy said to the Owl, “You elegant fowl!
How charmingly sweet you sing!
O let us be married! too long we have tarried:
But what shall we do for a ring?”
They sailed away, for a year and a day,
To the land where the Bong-Tree grows
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood
With a ring at the end of his nose,
With a ring at the end of his nose.
“Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
Your ring?” Said the Piggy, “I will.”
So they took it away, and were married next day
By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined on mince, and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.
By Alfred Lord Tennysson
He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring’d with the azure world, he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.
I Saw a Peacock with a fiery tail
I saw a Blazing Comet drop down hail
I saw a Cloud with Ivy circled round
I saw a sturdy Oak creep on the ground
I saw a Pismire swallow up a Whale
I saw a raging Sea brim full of Ale
I saw a Venice Glass Sixteen foot deep
I saw a well full of mens tears that weep
I saw their eyes all in a flame of fire
I saw a House as big as the Moon and higher
I saw the Sun even in the midst of night
I saw the man that saw this wondrous sight.
(pismire – ant)
(tip- go back through the poem, reading from the middle of the lines!)