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 Edinburgh listening to the rain and THUNDER

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

Foreboding Hedge

Is still HERE

The END