The World of Myth Magazine

Though Graces were hiding, and talking to both,
Infested by viruses, their minds rebelled.
Looking like tramps in sodden clothes,
They walked for miles, by poesy compelled.

Pellets of hail on bare heads fell
With ghosts and ghouls like patches grey;
Whence they came from, none could not tell.
Urged scribes to let them join their fray

Squeezed by cold, John grew sick.
Sparing William¹, but not Robert²,
On him why did the Fates have to pick?
He’d soon get enough of their games covert.

Pity Scottish hills couldn’t really ignite
Any poems running with deep insights.

Note: inspired by John Keats’s walking Scottish Tour with his house-mate Charles Armitage Brown in 1818.


¹William Wordsworth
²Robert Burns

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