Best Merlin Poems

Sweet Merlin, our black, magic cat,
would meow from grandpa's top hat
in which he oft rested and sat.

His black head would rise- we'd look at
his mouth holding, grisly, yet fat-
a combat-worn, very dead rat.

Each time we would yell the words, "Scat!
Look, what you have now done...

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410 AD when mythology takes hold
Barbarians threaten to conquer Rome
Roman troops abandon Britain, head home
But Chieftain Vortigern seizes the throne

Britain’s new king sought to flex his power
Mt. Snowden’s site chosen for his tower
But before Vortigern builders cowered
Ever-crumbling walls left his face sour

Soothsayers were beckoned and...

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Merlin was born by sorcery.
   A demon father, incubus.
   Virginal mother, royalty.
   Great wizard of King Arthur's court.
   Of legends, deeds and chivalry.
   That fabled castle Camelot.
   He prophesied, waved magic spells.
 ...

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Merlin the cranky cat
sat around getting fat.
Wanting to be heard
he mewed and purred. 

He yowled and howled
and even growled
all with the same result.
He felt it quite the insult.

He snarled and hissed
What had he missed?
He tried a mewl
and lost his cool.

Short of a caterwaul
what should he...

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In the Druid tradition an inspired Bard was said to possess "bird's knowledge." Druid shamans would dress in cloaks of bird feathers to perform certain ceremonies, and divination would be practiced by observing the flight of birds. In trance, the Druid would enlist the aid...

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Arthur, the King, had a big table that
Was ever so round and was heavy and flat
One day it collapsed and it squashed Merlin - SPLAT!
But the wizard came back as a soppy old cat

In Camelot, soon all the doggies were gone
In Camelot, all of the...

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Merlin
Magical falcon
Spellbinding in flight
Compact little hunter; persistently
Dashing...

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To the torn page out of Modern day Merlin’s book of wizardry,

I regret to inform you that you are nothing more than a recipe for tomato soup. You have no enchanted qualities about you, but you tend to brag about where you come from more...

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My mom calls me her little Merlin cat;
   because I do some fun tricks and magic;
like when I hid inside the bed box spring
   jumping out with a loud "MEOW"_
      She thought I disappeared,
but, I had...

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Merlin was found abandoned when he was a kitten
Wet, cold and hungry, and badly flea-ridden
His meowing was constant, distressingly high-pitched.
Having been cruelly treated, then callously ditched.

He quickly grew strong and quickly grew big.
His recovery, a blessing and miraculously quick.
Energetic, playful, inquisitive and fun
He loved being...

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I am the root.
I am the green fuse. 
I am the stem, the bud,
the dry twig,
and the stealthy footstep
that snaps it in the night.
I am the rising hair on the back of your neck.
I am Merlin, the bard,
and I sing of it all.

I am the...

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Merlin indeed was a magical cat
With long flowing robes and a pointy blue hat.
He came into town on a Harley one day
With a gleam in his eye and the look of a stray.
His head, shiny bald, but his face full of hair;
A few weeks’ provisions...

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Merlin, the magic cat 
Now old...and a little fat 
He would "Meow" or chitter-chat 
When time to use his old black hat 

"Meow, meow- Meow, meow" 
He does his tricks...I don't know how 
Wow, wow, wow- Wow, wow, wow 
His audiences- they stand and bow...

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Uther’s Last Battle
by Michael R. Burch

When Uther, the High King,
unable to walk, borne upon a litter
went to fight Colgrim, the Saxon King,
his legs were weak, and his visage bitter.
“Where is Merlyn, the sage?
For today I truly feel my age.”

All day long the battle raged
and the...

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Note: the "dd" in Welsh names is pronounced "th."

Merlyn's Birth
by Michael R. Burch

I was born in Gwynedd,
or not born, as some men claim,
and the Zephyr of Caer Myrrdin
gave me my name.

My father was Madog Morfeyn
but our eyes were never the same,
nor our skin, nor our...

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