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| Written for Jeff Chapman Journey Man and Stick Maker Over 500 hand crafted cane sticks have sold home and abroad |
On the slopes of Mount Impossible
I fell into a dream
and there I met a Meagle
most unlikely it may seem.
Naturally at first confused
I knew not what it ought to be
I’m sure it must have felt the same
whilst mulling over me.
My firm grip on reality
Left me grasping in confusion
anything so Meagleness
quite insane without solution.
A primate form of legs and tail
no trace of upper limb
Buzzard-Eagle eyes and beak
mordantly quite grim.
With no idea what I might say
to a being such as this
loudly I expelled my breath
a fizz-like sounding hiss
casually the Meagle turned
with a sideways glare upon
“So rudely you address me, Sir
without words to ponder on”
“Of all you see,” it said to me
“and everything that’s hidden”
“I am the Regal Meagle
any questions are forbidden”
“So look again and think some more
before you dare expound
On the silly introduction
that you made with serpent sound”
Oh Regal Meagle patently
my digression I deplore
I apologise my thoughtlessness
regretful evermore
The Meagle merely shook his tail
then turned to face the light
as I watched it climb the mountain slope
I dwindled out of night
This poem is about a dream in which the narrator encounters a creature called the Meagle. The Meagle is described as having a primate form with a buzzard-eagle head. The narrator is initially confused and unsure how to address the Meagle, who admonishes him for his rude introduction. The Meagle declares itself the "Regal Meagle" and forbids questions, prompting the narrator to apologise for his thoughtlessness. The poem ends with the Meagle climbing a mountain slope as the narrator's dream fades.
