we had an amazing little book of short stories,when I was very small.. [.maybe 4 years old.] with beautiful fineline, illistrations. and odd bits of prose that linger in my mind… ie this .. piece the drawing was magnificent…I might have to draw him again..?
I wish mine was half as brilliant.. i don’t know the Auther, or any more of the poem…. I think it ended with something about .. And somewhere faraway his little children leave their play.. and ask in vain for him ?? .. but memories sometimes get a little jumbled..
Chained to the market place
he stood …
A man of giant frame ..
Amid the gathering multitude
Who shrank to hear his name
All stern of look.. And strong of limb
His dark eyes on the ground..
And silenlly they gazed on him
As on a lion bound ..
Charcoal on Cannon montval water colour Paper
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