Friday Poetry: G. K. Chesterton

Hello!

I hope everyone has some lovely plans for Easter. My chosen poem this week is one for Easter. I rather like it because it is the donkey narrating rather than a human voice.

The Donkey

When fishes flew and forests walked
And figs grew upon thorn, 
Some moment when the moon was blood
Then surely I was born.

With monstrous head and sickening cry
And ears like errant wings,
The devil's walking parody
Of all four-footed things.

The tattered outlaw of the earth,
Of ancient crooked will;
Starve, scourge, deride me: I am dumb,
I keep my secret still.

Fools! For I also had my hour,
One far fierce hour and sweet. 
There was a shout about my ears, 
And palms before my feet. 

G. K. Chesterton

Happy Reading

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