Search

Madeleine Emerald Thiele

The Victorian Butterfly muses upon Art, Angels & other stuff in between.

Category

Poetry

She did not turn by Thomas Hardy

She did not turn, But passed foot-faint with averted head In her gown of green, by the bobbing fern, Though I leaned over the gate that led From where we waited with table spread; But she did not turn: Why... Continue Reading →

The Valiant by Aubrey Beardsley

The Valiant: A ballad by Aubrey Beardsley The valiant was a noble bark As ever ploughed the sea, A noble crew she also had As ever there might be. When once at night upon the deep The Valiant did sail,... Continue Reading →

The Wine of Circe by Rossetti

Dusk-haired and gold-robed o’er the golden wine She stoops, wherein, distilled of death and shame, Sink the black drops; while, lit with fragrant flame, Round her spread board the golden sunflowers shine. Doth Helios here with Hecaté combine (O Circe,... Continue Reading →

MCMXIV by Philip Larkin

Those long uneven lines Standing as patiently As if they were stretched outside The Oval or Villa Park, The crowns of hats, the sun On moustached archaic faces Grinning as if it were all An August Bank Holiday lark; And... Continue Reading →

Commentary on a Pastiche: Flowers and Disruption

Throughout the writing of this pastiche, I was very conscious of what my aims and objectives were. It is difficult to emulate someone's style without feeling the threat of plagiarism. I tried not to refer to any of Strindberg's works... Continue Reading →

Bedouin Burdens

Her womb had become barren a little too soon, So her husband set search for a child bearing wife. He would watch the tribes, with eyes as bright as the moon, for Arabian charms and a young virgin life. She... Continue Reading →

Commentary on a Narrative Poem: Bedouin Burdens

I find the colour and diversity of the Middle East and Africa something close to delicious and I admire the people's ability to cope with poverty in such a dignified, religious manner. There is no sense of the trauma that... Continue Reading →

Why Did She?

After sickness, angels' pinions did claim Your body had been divinely summoned. Here dam'd on earth I was but imprisoned You by my side was now not to remain. Still I am your weak slave, your grave my shrine For... Continue Reading →

Commentary on a Sonnet: Why Did She?

One story my Nan recently told me stuck in my mind, she said that she believed my grandad had visited her from the grave and how he had said "Why did you..." This intrigued me somewhat and the more I... Continue Reading →

WordPress.com.

Up ↑