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Ted Hughes Poems

This week we have been looking at some poems by Ted Hughes from his book Moon Whales.

Here are a couple for you to read.

 

The Armies of the Moon

Many as the troubles upon the old moon are,
The worst is its unending Civil War.

The soldiers of the Moon-Dark are round and small.
Each clanks like a tank, blue armour covering all.
He wears asbestos overalls under his clatter
So if he’s thrown to the volcanoes, it doesn’t matter.
His weapon is a sackful of blood-sucking vampires
(Wars on the moon are without rules or umpires).
He flings these bats one at a time into the enemy host.
When it returns full he sends it to the first aid post
Where is gives up the blood for transfusions later in the battle.
The it flies back to its owner with renewed mettle.

The soldiers of the Moon-Light are tall and thin.
They seem glisteniningly naked , but are in fact silvered with tin.
They are defensive fighters, but pretty hot –

Their armament is an electric torch and a lobster pot.
They flash their beam into the vampire’s eyes and so puzzle it.
Then cram the lobsterpot on to its head, and so muzzle it.
They long for the last great battle in which they will catch
Every vampire the Moon-Darkers have been able to hatch.
Then they will rush upon the helpless Moon-Darkers and soon
With knitting needles abolish then forever from the face of the moon.
Ted Hughes

 

Moon-Shadow Beggars

Crossing the frontier from dark to light
You pass the shadows, some of which bite
Because they need your blood, some on one leg
Hobble beside you and merely beg.
You can’t hear what it is they want you to give –
I’ll tell you, it is the body in which you live.
They cling with fingers that have no strength,
They reach after you with arms of elastic length,
They screech, sob and suffer in a dreadful way.
Be resolute, pass them without delay.
For if you pity them, and pause, you will stay
Caught among them forever, they will pour
Into you through the wide open door
Of your eye-pupil, and fill you up
And you will be nothing but a skinful of shadows
Whispering shadow-talk and groping for
The well-known handle of your own front door
With fingers that cannot feel it.
It is a horrible state and nothing can heal it.

 

We freeze-framed the battle of the Moon Light army against Moon Dark army. see below for the photos.  We are now writing our own Ted Hughes style poems about moon creatures we have made from clay.

Children, please post your poems and a photo of your creature when finished.

 Armies of the Moon on PhotoPeach

 

 


 

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