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ISO Narrative Poems
More cheerfully...
I've been drawing this year, and one thing I like to do is to illustrate a poem and put it on the back of the drawing. So I thought I'd ask for some suggestions. Poems that fit inside one reasonably-sized-text page are best; below the cut is an example, my friend Jacob's song "The Old King's Crown" and one of the drawings I've done of it.
The Old King's Crown
by Jacob Sommer
Twas a rainy day when I was five when my father sat me down
Tho the lightning flashed and thunder boomed he told me not to frown
He said, "Boyo mine be not afraid, the thunder is but sound
And though the lightning's fearsome, aye, it's to the thunder bound
"But son of mine, be glad of rain for it helps both man and kine
And it holds a special magic when the sun does also shine
For if your heart is pure yer your treasure you've not found
You'll find it on the magic day you see the Old King's Crown."
Well when I had to my mansize grown I bade my father well
It was time for me to find a lass and travel for a spell
So I travelled over rivers and I travelled over land
And I travelled over oceans and over desert sand
I travelled through the villages and I travelled through the towns
And I travelled through the cities where young ladies may be found
Yet no woman did I ever meet wherever I did roam
That even once made me stop and think that this place my home
Til one day I travelled to a town far away from where I'd been
It was farther from my father's house than I had ever seen
And lo! I watched the sun rise up while the rain was falling down
And in its midst I caught a glimpse of the magic Old King's Crown
The first band of the Old King's Crown was a band of brightest red
The next band it was yellow, like the gold in a riverbed
This yellow faded into green and then a band of blue
And the last band of the Old King's Crown was a band of violet hue
I left the town with the Old King's Crown as quickly as I might
But even though I left that town it stayed on in my sight
And as I ran the Fae came out and pointed and they stared
For the Old King's Crown came drifting down and rested in my hair
I've travlled now for many leagues and still the sun's not set
I've travelled years from Father's house but never will I fret
This journey that I'm on right now I know I'll never rue
For at the end of my travels with the Old King's Crown that's where I will find you
That's where I will find you!
I've been drawing this year, and one thing I like to do is to illustrate a poem and put it on the back of the drawing. So I thought I'd ask for some suggestions. Poems that fit inside one reasonably-sized-text page are best; below the cut is an example, my friend Jacob's song "The Old King's Crown" and one of the drawings I've done of it.
The Old King's Crown
by Jacob Sommer
Twas a rainy day when I was five when my father sat me down
Tho the lightning flashed and thunder boomed he told me not to frown
He said, "Boyo mine be not afraid, the thunder is but sound
And though the lightning's fearsome, aye, it's to the thunder bound
"But son of mine, be glad of rain for it helps both man and kine
And it holds a special magic when the sun does also shine
For if your heart is pure yer your treasure you've not found
You'll find it on the magic day you see the Old King's Crown."
Well when I had to my mansize grown I bade my father well
It was time for me to find a lass and travel for a spell
So I travelled over rivers and I travelled over land
And I travelled over oceans and over desert sand
I travelled through the villages and I travelled through the towns
And I travelled through the cities where young ladies may be found
Yet no woman did I ever meet wherever I did roam
That even once made me stop and think that this place my home
Til one day I travelled to a town far away from where I'd been
It was farther from my father's house than I had ever seen
And lo! I watched the sun rise up while the rain was falling down
And in its midst I caught a glimpse of the magic Old King's Crown
The first band of the Old King's Crown was a band of brightest red
The next band it was yellow, like the gold in a riverbed
This yellow faded into green and then a band of blue
And the last band of the Old King's Crown was a band of violet hue
I left the town with the Old King's Crown as quickly as I might
But even though I left that town it stayed on in my sight
And as I ran the Fae came out and pointed and they stared
For the Old King's Crown came drifting down and rested in my hair
I've travlled now for many leagues and still the sun's not set
I've travelled years from Father's house but never will I fret
This journey that I'm on right now I know I'll never rue
For at the end of my travels with the Old King's Crown that's where I will find you
That's where I will find you!
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Courage is the price that life exacts for granting peace.
The soul that knows it not,
knows no release from little things;
Knows not the livid loneliness of fear,
Nor mountain heights where bitter joy can hear
The sound of wings.
Amelia Earhart
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The Eagle
He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ringed with the azure world, he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.
-- Alfred, Lord Tennyson
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