I couldn't resist another #BlakeFriday post, just to stretch it a bit.
With #folklore head on (as I usually do), I should also note with delight that the late Gareth Thomas was apparently very fond of expressing surprise with the phrase 'Well pass me my brass-bound buggery box'.
Which really needs to be used more widely, I think.
O Winter! bar thine adamantine doors:
The north is thine; there hast thou built thy dark
Deep-founded habitation. Shake not thy roofs
Nor bend thy pillars with thine iron car.
He hears me not, but o’er the yawning deep
Rides heavy; his storms are unchain’d, sheathed
In ribbed steel; I dare not lift mine eyes;
For he hath rear’d his scepter o’er the world.
To Winter - William Blake
I so love @onlyindevon's #BlakeFriday tag, so here is your regular reminder:
Poetry Fetter'd Fetters the Human Race
My offering for #BlakeFriday over on the birdsite.
William Blake's "The Ancient of Days" - the frontispiece of "Europe a Prophecy", and an almost unbelievably modern looking piece of art given it was created in 1794.
My offering for #BlakeFriday over on the birdsite.
"The Ancient of Days" - the frontispiece of "Europe a Prophecy", and an almost unbelievably modern looking piece of art given it was created in 1794.