Sunday, May 17, 2009

Sunday Poetry Post

Blend in or be blended. - an old Toadish proverb

William Shakespeare (1564-1616)
from Macbeth

A cavern. In the middle, a boiling cauldron.
Thunder. Enter the three Witches

First Witch: Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd.

Second Witch: Thrice and once the hedge-pig whined.

Third Witch: Harpier cries 'Tis time, 'tis time.

First Witch: Round about the cauldron go;
In the poison'd entrails throw.
Toad, that under cold stone
Days and nights has thirty-one
Swelter'd venom sleeping got,
Boil thou first i' the charmed pot.

ALL: Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.

Second Witch: Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the cauldron boil and bake;
Eye of newt and toe of frog,
Wool of bat and tongue of dog,
Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting,
Lizard's leg and owlet's wing,
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.

ALL: Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.

Third Witch: Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf,
Witches' mummy, maw and gulf
Of the ravin'd salt-sea shark,
Root of hemlock digg'd i' the dark,
Liver of blaspheming Jew,
Gall of goat, and slips of yew
Silver'd in the moon's eclipse,
Nose of Turk and Tartar's lips,
Finger of birth-strangled babe
Ditch-deliver'd by a drab,
Make the gruel thick and slab:
Add thereto a tiger's chaudron,
For the ingredients of our cauldron.

ALL: Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.

Second Witch: Cool it with a baboon's blood,
Then the charm is firm and good.


  1. Allow me to be the first to say excellent poem choice for our frog friend. He blends in perfectly with the rocks. I would have missed him if I had been out walking.

  2. I guess I could have titled the photo "It's Not Easy Being Seen." I nearly did step on it.

  3. Why does that make me think of the Saturday Night Live skit about the Bassomatic? :-)

    Thanks for the toadish widsom, Jim. I saw two big frogs (toads?) on our walk this morning who picked the wrong time to cross the road - ick. Much nicer in THIS form.

    Wishing all a peaceful Sunday!

  4. (smiling) I like it. It reminds me of my rebellious youth.

  5. Hi, Beth & KB,

    Beth your experience this morning reminds me of this camp song.

    "The Little Green Frog"
    Um Ah, went the little green frog
    one day
    Um Ah, went the little green frog
    Um Ah, went the little green frog
    and his eyes went Um Ah, too.

    Honk Honk, went the big red truck
    one day
    Honk Honk went the big red truck
    Squish Squash, went the little green frog
    and his eyes didn't go Um Ah, anymore
    'cause they all got eaten by a dog
    Woof Woof!

  6. I hate to think of the toad in the cauldron ... but if we must, we must (she says to her two sister witches).

    And by the way, the real MacBeth was an ok guy but since he was killed by the persons from whom James VI/I derived his kingdoms it was necessary to trash his reputation. For those who can plow through really dense historical novels that get a bit wordy I recommend King Hereafter by Dorothy Dunnett in which she posits an interesting theory about the real MacBeth. It isn't Dunnet's best novel (it's probably her worst) but if you can make it through to the end you'll find it worth it.


  7. Toads be very powerful. Finding them in potions and spells and just a drop on poison darts.
    Rainbow colors to camo styles. They make us eeek or stoop close to study. Quite a bit stuffed into such a small package.

    Jim, You and Andi are a perfect pair. She with her eternally resting squirrel and you Honk Honk and Woof Woof the little green frog.
    YOU BOTH MAKE ME LAUGH. Thank you for that gift.

    Restful Sunday to All.

  8. Hola, all! Jim, love your choice of lit today - that's one of my favorite plays. :)

    Spending a very quiet Sunday, which is my favorite way to do the end of the weekend.

    Hope you all spend today exactly how you want to!

  9. LOL Jim ... love the Toadish proverb. :-)

  10. Does the pic or the poem come first in your creative process? Always so well matched.

    Sun has returned for the next couple of days - watch the grass grow!

    Spring is flying by, next weekend is first of summer season. Already?!

    Sunday chores beckon. Have a great day.

  11. "It's Not Easy Being Seen."

    lolgroan. :)

    Happy Sunday to all y'all!

  12. maryb, I usually like my historical fiction on the less dense side. The Third Witch by Rebecca Reisert is a good retelling of the Macbeth story from the POV of one of the witches.

    LisaM, glad to have provided a laugh even at a little green frog's expense.

    Maria Lima, my Shakespeare favorites are probably the comedies. I hope you are having a wonderful Sunday.

    olivia, I probably read the proverb in either Wind in the Willows or Frog and Toad Together.

    bono, you are so right about summer being here. Friday coming home from school, it was very warm, humid (actually muggy), and the road had lost the soft green of spring and had the deep green of summer. I think I either start with a picture in mind or the picture and the poem come to mind almost simultaneously.

  13. Jen, "lolgroan," ahh, music to a punsters ears.

  14. I love Sundays. I don't have to be nice to anybody. ;)

    Afternoon all.

  15. Andif, thought you might appreciate these space pix from earth. What camera would I need to do that? lol

  16. Serena (my FAR Future foster daughter) contributes a snippet of The Discomfiture of Lord Riot. The entire play, even if a one-act, is going to be a bit too much for a blog comment… maybe even for a blog post.

    Scene I.
    Kip and Susanne sit under a mailbox.Susanne:
    How long, dear Kip, how long have we sat here?

    The time has flown, Susanne, I cannot say.
    They left this morning, we have sat all day.
    And they may not return, Susanne, I fear.

    My hunger gnaws at me.
    Kip: As it does I.
    A stream bed dry, my thirst is still and deep.
    And of our parents we've not heard a peep.
    O brother Kip, think you that we shall die?

    Enter Dog.Susanne:
    Oh Kip! We die, this dog shall gnaw our bones!
    But nay, for this dog is a friendly sort.
    A stick! Perhaps he'll fetch and give us sport,
    Until our folks return to take us home.

    Good dog, forgive, for I spoke out in haste.
    I see now you would not devour our flesh.
    Poor ag'ed dog, lie down with us and rest,
    And wait with us until we know our fate.

    Here yet we sit, and hunger gnaws us sore,
    But Dog, we're glad you've come to join us here.
    Between us sit, and wait without a fear,
    Perhaps God willing, we won't wait much more.

  17. bono, fantastic pictures. As for the kind of camera ... it's the kind that's attached to a really good telescope. :)

    Hey Farf, but what about the Dog that barks in the night?

  18. JimF,
    I always loved W S.
    The Merchant of Venice & MacBeth being favorites.
    "It`s not easy being seen", good one.
    Someone sent this in an email today.
    I thought it would extend your pun a little.