Ted Hughes: Crow
This is my 2014 drawing, mocked-up for a cover of Ted Hughes’ dark and strange poetry collection Crow.
Decided to try words.
He imagined some words for the job, a lovely pack-
Clear-eyed, resounding, well-trained,
With strong teeth.
You could not find a better bred lot.
He pointed out the hare and away went the words
Crow was Crow without fail, but what is a hare?
It converted itself to a concrete bunker.
The words circled protesting, resounding.
Crow turned the words into bombs-they blasted the bunker.
The bits of bunker flew up-a flock of starlings.
Crow turned the words into shotguns, they shot down the starlings.
The falling starlings turned to a cloudburst.
Crow turned the words into a reservoir, collecting the water.
The water turned into an earthquake, swallowing the reservoir.
The earthquake turned into a hare and leaped for the hill
Having eaten Crow’s words.
Crow gazed after the bounding hare
Speechless with admiration.
Ted Hughes, Crow Goes Hunting
Here’s my 2013 drawing of Ted Hughes: