Poems and links
The May Magnificat
MAY is Mary’s month, and I
Muse at that and wonder why:
Her feasts follow reason,
Dated due to season—
Candlemas, Lady Day;
But the Lady Month, May,
Why fasten that upon her,
With a feasting in her honour?
Is it only its being brighter
Than the most are must delight her?
Is it opportunest
And flowers finds soonest?
Ask of her, the mighty mother:
Her reply puts this other
Question: What is Spring?—
Growth in every thing—
Flesh and fleece, fur and feather,
Grass and greenworld all together;
Throstle above her nested
Cluster of bugle blue eggs thin
Forms and warms the life within;
And bird and blossom swell
In sod or sheath or shell.
All things rising, all things sizing
Mary sees, sympathising
With that world of good,
Their magnifying of each its kind
With delight calls to mind
How she did in her stored
Magnify the Lord.
Well but there was more than this:
Spring’s universal bliss
Much, had much to say
To offering Mary May.
Bloom lights the orchard-apple
And thicket and thorp are merry
With silver-surfèd cherry
And azuring-over greybell makes
Wood banks and brakes wash wet like lakes
And magic cuckoocall
Caps, clears, and clinches all—
This ecstasy all through mothering earth
Tells Mary her mirth till Christ’s birth
To remember and exultation
In God who was her salvation.
(written in 1918) by Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844–89).
Animal - Refugee POV (Point of view)
'I am to be called an animal, with how I live. Only mud shielding my feet from piercing glass and stone.
I am to be labelled as a refugee, from the place I am born, the way I try to live.
I am to be called a pig, for asking for money, when I tried to get a job, they see me as desperate.
I am to be called a dog, for how I am stray, how I cannot afford a home nor food.
I am to be called a donkey, for how I carry everything on my back, how my clothes pile up. How I survive.
I am to be called a pigeon, how I eat what I can find and how I am told I 'carry disease'.
But am I an animal or refugee? Am I not a brother in need? Am I not a human? Am I not just like you?
If you are the one pushing, forcing a fellow man into danger, then you sir are the real animal.'
(written in February 2016) by Poppy Parker who was part of the Year 8 Corporal Works of Mercy Week group.