Charles Kingsley

Evolution – Found Poetry 5

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A Stately Home

Grand lodges they
stone gate posts
on top, a dreadful bogey
all teeth, horns, tail
enemies run for their lives
at first sight of them

The house, a real live house
grown as the world grew
only an upstart fellow would
change it for some spick-and-span
new Gothic or Elizabethan thing

Large crooked chimneys
altered again and again
till they ran one into another
Tom fairly lost his way
in pitchy darkness

© Andrew Wilson, 2023

This is a found poem with words derived from The Water-Babies by Charles Kingsley. The title – Evolution, is because Kingsley was a naturalist around the exciting time when the work of Wallage and Darwin were revolutionising the worlds of science, geology and biology and there will be found poems that reference this aspect of the tale. But so far, the finding of poems has been more like the method for refining poems since Kingsley writes very lyrical passages anyway…
The image is derived in Midjourney.
This series was inspired by my friend Misky over at It’s Still Life who has been producing a series of Found Poems…

Evolution – Found Poetry 3

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A poor Irishwoman
grey shawl over her head
crimson madder petticoat
be sure she came from Galway
limped along tired and footsore
a very tall, handsome woman

Walked beside Tom
asked where he lived
he never met such a
pleasant spoken woman
Asked whether he said his prayers
sad when told he knew no prayers to say

© Andrew Wilson, 2023

This is a found poem with words derived from The Water-Babies by Charles Kingsley. The title – Evolution, is because Kingsley was a naturalist around the exciting time when the work of Wallage and Darwin were revolutionising the worlds of science, geology and biology and there will be found poems that reference this aspect of the tale. But so far, the finding of poems has been more like the method for refining poems since Kingsley writes very lyrical passages anyway…
The image is derived in Midjourney.
This series was inspired by my friend Misky over at It’s Still Life who has been producing a series of Found Poems…

Evolution – Found Poetry 2

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Out of the court
up the street
the roofs all shining grey
in the grey dawn
plodding along the
black dusty road
the groaning of the pit-engine

Soon the road grew white
at the wall’s foot grew
long grass and gay flowers
drenched with dew
the skylark saying his matins
the pit-bird warbling in the sedges

© Andrew Wilson, 2023

This is a found poem with words derived from The Water-Babies by Charles Kingsley.
The image is derived in Midjourney.
This series was inspired by my friend Misky over at It’s Still Life who has been producing a series of Found Poems…