Camy Posted January 16, 2008 Report Share Posted January 16, 2008 Regal Style by Bruin Fisher Her Majesty in regal style Dressed in blue with woolly vest Waves and nods her perma-smile Doing again what she does best. The carriage, gilt, with footmen, green Moves slowly through St James' Park. Roofless, so she can be seen Unless of course it gets too dark. With her, in state, her husband sits His smile less sure, less warm, less real. His place as consort is the pits, See his pallid grin congeal. The crowd, as ever, wave their flag Delighted with their glimpse of glove Held up, just so, to match the bag She clutches in her lap with love. At last the carriage slows and stops, By Marks and Sparks and Safeway too. He follows her around the shops. Poor Ma'am, she's not like me or you! --- Quote Link to comment
Camy Posted January 16, 2008 Author Report Share Posted January 16, 2008 I love this poem! It's very reminiscent of John betjeman who was British Poet Laureate in 1972. Well done Bruin! Camy PS - my favourite Betjemin poem, and one of his better known works is 'Slough' It was written in 1937. Here are a couple of verses: Come friendly bombs and fall on Slough! It isn't fit for humans now, There isn't grass to graze a cow. Swarm over, Death! Come, bombs and blow to smithereens Those air -conditioned, bright canteens, Tinned fruit, tinned meat, tinned milk, tinned beans, Tinned minds, tinned breath. Quote Link to comment
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