NaPoWriMo – 14/30

San San Poem:

She stood upon Chelsea’s streets
thinking of yesterdays ghosts
as they age like fine wine.
Stories are where her ghosts meet
to share wine and a Sunday roast
drawn on an ageing page.
Chelsea is her family’s spine
Chelsea is her stage.

 

#NaPoWriMo Day TwentyFour – “To England…”

Todays entry was inspired by yesterday (23rd April) being St. Georges Day in my beautiful home country of England. As much as I love my new digs in Australia (been here 10 years now) England will always have a special place in my heart…

 

 

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B     By and by, I’ll be home in those woodlands

R     remembering myself in yesterday’s

E     earldoms, skipping along the ruins – gran

A     alway there, with her sea candy in May.

T     too many tales and stories to relive

H     happy, we were kites floating in the sky.

E      every memory and moment was a gift

E      Etched in my soul; eternal in my eyes.

N     now I’ve departed my darling island

G     grateful I am to be a part of her

L     long may she breath through my feet and my hands

A    albion, my soul you have conquered.

N    next time I see you it shan’t be for long

D    don’t be disheartened for I live your song.

#NaPoWriMo Day Ten – “London, Inspired by Blake”

So for today’s challenge I decided to use William Blake’s London as my source of inspiration see here http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/172929. Don’t forget to let me know what you think! 🙂

 

London

 

Blake spoke of a wretched London

cursed by dreams of English elites.

Their world, an Orwellian dungeon

on the banks; on the city streets.

 

Still the people scream and shout

Still the people are marked with woe

Still the people wander about

Near where the chartered Thames does flow.

 

But above, the ancient houses

Eyes only see what they want to see

and treat humble peoples grouses

with no sense of propriety.

 

Is there hope for this ancient heart?

When history repeats herself.

Is there hope for her to restart?

And take her people off the shelf.