(1660 to 1960)
Satan loses, forced to leave,
Takes it out on Man - and Eve!
The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
A sailor kills a big sea bird,
And then bores folk with what’s occurred.
The poet walks amongst the hills,
And later recalls daffodils.
The Destruction of Sennacherib
The Assyrian arrives like a wolf, and cohorted,
But God slays them all, so the rampage is thwarted.
The Lady of Shallot
She turns from her mirror to view Lancelot,
Then dies in a boat, and so that’s Shallot.
If you ignore the smuggling trade,
There’ll be a gift for you, young maid.
The Journey of the Magi
The Wise Men make a tricky trip,
Then home attractions lose their grip.
Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night
Even with your latest breath,
Rail against your coming death.
If you have any thoughts on this poem, Elizabeth Horrocks
would be pleased to hear them.