Saturday, 25 July 2015
Poetry for JK Rowling
A Poem to celebrate JK Rowling and her remarkable Hedge. Well I am not one to let an opportunity pass by; particularly as I have a picture of a certain log based beast from my own mancky hedge many moons ago.
A huge and mighty foreboding HEDGE
Looms up so high that no one can see over
Its top EDGE
Tales and rumour of secret magical worlds BEYOND
Have driven folk to desperately RESPOND
By pushing and poking
As they SEEK
Ways to see or just to get a tiny PEEK
But it’s all to no avail, it is an impregnable FORCE
Held together by wizards and magic of COURSE
But people still stare and WONDER
In a dreek
listening to the
rain and THUNDER Edinburgh
What strange and Fantastic Beasts they SAY
Scurry behind that Huge Hedge all DAY.
Is that the sound of Harry Potter or Hermione GRANGER?
Is Voldemort, head gardener?
Is there great DANGER
But the masses, they will never know
And as rain slowly runs down their SLEEVE
And they turn towards the town centre and take their LEAVE
Maybe returning some time next YEAR
To see if the huge and mighty
Is still HERE