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Below is my attempt at a story book illustration. W.B. Yeats has some great epic adventure poems. Many of his poems are re-tellings of Irish myths. They are full of shape shifting humans, unloved beasts, spirit worlds and fairy lovers that visit in the night.
below is an excerpt from the poem "The Two Kings"
|Amid the elaborate wilderness of the air.|
|Through bush they plunged and over ivied root,|
|And where the stone struck fire, while in the leaves|
|A squirrel whinnied and a bird screamed out;|
|But when at last he forced those sinewy flanks||35|
|Against a beech bole, he threw down the beast|
|And knelt above it with drawn knife. On the instant|
|It vanished like a shadow, and a cry|
|So mournful that it seemed the cry of one|
|Who had lost some unimaginable treasure||40|
|Wandered between the blue and green leaf|
|And climbed into the air, crumbling away,|
|Till all had seemed a shadow or a vision|
|But for the trodden mire, the pool of blood,|
|The disembowelled horse.|