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