"How lovely," I thought. "Someone has been honouring the grave of William Blake."
I went a bit closer to take a picture, but when I read what was on the stone I became just a little concerned at the phrasing of the words.
"Blake Rising
Bunhill Fields
Weds 12 August
1pm"
While I admire Blake's creative spirit, I'm not sure I want to encounter his undead lumbering corpse next time I take my sandwiches and sit on a bench at Bunhill Fields in my break from work.
Perhaps I should take along a packet of that pink Himalayan salt I wrote about a few weeks back to ward myself from any rotting zombies I may meet.
But if I do, I will certainly write all about it on A Bad Witch's Blog.
Links:
http://www.badwitch.co.uk/2008/02/green-and-pleasant-land.html
http://www.badwitch.co.uk/2008/08/invasion-of-giant-slugs.html
http://www.badwitch.co.uk/2009/07/in-pink-with-pinch-of-salt.html
3 comments:
It might not be Zombie Blake; it might be Vampire Blake. Dracula could walk around during the day so why not Vampire Blake? You better take a stake as well as the pink salt the next time you visit the cemetery. Just to be sure.
Tyger! Tyger! Burning bright
In the forests of the night
What immortal hand or eye
Or braaaiiinsss....
:-)
I have a sharpened pencil in my bag, hopefully I won't have to use it as an improvised stake this lunchtime!
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