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Posted in NaPoWriMo 2016, Writing

NaPoWriMo – 23/30

Posted on by Charlie Alford

I wonder, how was this morning for you?

Can you remember the sights and the sounds?

It is in the moments we see the truth

a thought, while I stand upon frozen ground.

 

At 8, I watched the steam rise from my tea

At 9, I felt the breathe of Sunday morn

I walked, watching Winter begin its weave

the flowers stripped bare, revealing their thorns.

 

But, the flicker of hope remains in the sky

as the summer yellow turns to bright white

there is still beauty in things as they die

and nothing more beautiful then this sight.

 

So, the next time you step into Sunday

be grateful for the moment that makes May.

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NaPoWriMo 23/30 Happy Birthday Mr Shakespeare

Posted on by Charlie Alford

Inspired by the bards birthday and it being St Georges Day in England. Love my homeland…

My soul searches all the small ancient nooks

but the verbal spaghetti isn’t clear

despite the exhaustive amounts of books

I say, Happy Birthday Mr. Shakespeare.

England’s heart beats for you and our St. George

April twenty-three painted red and white

stories of dragons falling to his sword

and your words immortalised in the night.

The sun rises and we are still breathing

ancient castles, vast woods, and national pride

shaping the might of Albion’s dreaming

twisting and turning along with the tide.

I am a child of this lovely island

with her future out there on the horizon.

Posted in Writing

Thoughts of an Elizabethan Traveller

Posted on by Charlie Alford

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Great Winter hath followed this heavy heart

foundeth myself upon a rustic inn

I beseech’d the Sirrah to play their part

pity fell upon mine self and cousin

Pray thou bestow us with hot steamy broth

methinks thy counsel is wiser than some

perchance thy maid could bringeth us some cloth

wherefore I wash in thy room, hither come.

Hark! The Queens gold I have a few pieces

opportune trades beckon from town yonder

pray let me returneth thy good kindness

mine fortune, I giveth thee to plunder.

For thy selfless goodwill thy shalt be repaid

anon, thine soul shalt be measured and weighed.

Posted in England, Writing

Dear Mr Shakespeare

Posted on by Charlie Alford

Inspired by one of my favourite Blackadder clips…

 

Dear Mr Shakespeare, Today I must write

and give a whole hearted thank you, to you.

Like the sun, your words are shining so bright

across the stars and history, it’s true.

Present students are filled with weary eyes

as line by line, we dissect plays like frogs

incomprehension we cannot disguise

as we pull on our fifteenth century togs.

However, fair is fair on the world’s stage

when you master the human condition.

With your timeless life lessons on the page

so all your descendants could rendition.

So thank you for the last four hundred years

and cheers to you sir! I raise my warm beer!