Poem of the Day

Song of the Fairies Robbing an Orchard by James Henry Leigh Hunt

We, the fairies, blithe and antic,
Of dimensions not gigantic,
Though the mountains mostly keep us,
Oft in orchards frisk and peep us.

Stolen sweets are always sweeter,
Stolen kisses much completer,
Stolen looks are nice in chapels,
Stolen, stolen, be your apples.

When to bed the world are bobbing,
Then's the time for orchard robbing;
Yet the fruit were scarce worth peeling,
Were it not for stealing, stealing.

Free Write Prompt - Silence by Thomas Hood

The poem, 'Silence' by Thomas Hood, has been my analysis piece for the last week or so. Hood was a renowned humorist in his time but 'Silence' breaks away from that. It is thought provoking, reflecting the loneliness and isolation that total silence can bring, and just how rare real silence is. Bearing in mind Hood's time was the early half of the 19th century I can't help but wonder if it was so difficult to achieve then without cars, without mechanical industry, without trains and without mobile phones, it must be nigh on bloody impossible now. Does that mean my dream of a small-holding away from any form of civilisation is impossible? Sadly it probably does.

Quote: Remember, no one can make you feel inferior without your consent ---  Eleanor Roosevelt.

AWAD: span-now (span-noo)

adjective; entirely new; brand new.

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