At last, my book The Death of Cock Robin, the culmination of my Masters Degree and almost two years of work and research, is now available to purchase!
The limited-edition volume includes the original text of the old English Nursery Rhyme ‘The Death of Cock Robin’ with my own additional verses, accompanied by a series of 15 watercolour and gouache illustrations depicting the animals in the story (reproduced at life size). To expand upon the illustrated story...
Arising from the plain; a hill,
its like unknown, it’s age undreamed.
It trembled once upon a time,
So once it was believed.
There I did wander restless,
Upon it’s slopes I took to climb
It’s sylvan hide,
flesh of lime;
now drowning in the depths of time.
And whose words there echoed on the wind?
Were they his?
Could they be mine?
I saw them scattered on the peak,
I saw them splinter,
Saw them shine.
Such words a poet hopes to speak,
Borne biting on the...
When the Sun lay in the earth,
I set my heart there deep beside,
that the sinking of a sacred light
portended doom should swift betide;
and so it fell, and filled that space
within my chest; and all inside
was drowned by dread it seemed;
to think my heart must now abide
in earthen tomb, yet still to hope;
for neither heart nor sun have died,
and though I might not make it so;
to see a dawn at least, I tried.