Below the thunders of the upper deep;
Far, far beneath in the abysmal sea,
His ancient, dreamless, uninvaded sleep
The Kraken sleepeth: faintest sunlights flee
About his shadowy sides: above him swell
Huge sponges of millennial growth and height;
And far away into the sickly light,
From many a wondrous grot and secret cell
Unnumber’d and enormous polypi
Winnow with giant arms the slumbering green.
There hath he lain for ages and will lie
Battening upon huge seaworms in his sleep,
Until the latter fire shall heat the deep;
Then once by man and angels to be seen,
In roaring he shall rise and on the surface die
-Alfred Lord Tennyson
I must say I’m not a HUGE fan of Tennyson’s poetry but I really love this poem (and a few others). This is of course about the mighty Kraken. I’m not sure if my dislike of his poetry in general is because of my bias against his poem Ulysses or not. When we studied some of his poetry at Varsity like The Kraken, and Mariana they were quite touching to me…I think it is that last poetic and quite touching sadness of the end that gets me.
Nightshade age 15 writes:
Unliving is the beast that
feeds on through the
It pulses, bleeding from battles never
Yet in the end
the beast has won.
burning holes into flesh;
into men, its teeth
my sanity that
-Poem copyright of Nightshade 2004 author of thepurplebroom.wordpress.com
Nightshade aged 23-
The monsters they creep around at night,
setting our fears and troubles to light.
They bump around and go WoooOoo.
And when we close the cupboards, go Boo!
They dance around making scary sounds;
Their shadows of ghouls and monster hounds.
They grab us with their bloody claws,
and make scratching noises on our doors
They sneak up behind us making skin crawl,
and write redrum all over the walls.
They come out of mirrors when we call Bloody Mary,
and when they bear their teeth, they’re even more scary
They like to breathe loudly with a rasping breath,
and curl their razor fingers around our juicy necks.
So with a shudder and a scream I run and hide under the sheet
As monsters cannot hurt me, unless I take a peak.
Poem Copyright of Nightshade 2012 author of thepurplebroom.wordpress.com
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