All posts tagged: Poetry Week

World Poetry Day 2015: The Battle of Hastings by Marriott Edgar

Happy World Poetry Day, one and all! This year I’m posting in memory of my grandfather Harry King, and sharing one of his classic monologues by Marriott Edgar, and certainly a family favourite! I’ll tell of the Battle of ‘Astings As happened in days long gone by, When Duke William became King of England And Harold got shot in the eye. ‘Twere this way: One day in October The Duke, who were always a toff, And having no battles on at the moment Had given his lads the day off. They’d all took some boats to go fishin’ When some chap in the Conqueror’s ear, Said: “Let’s go and put breeze up the Saxons.” Says Bill: “By ‘eck, that’s an idea!” Then turning around to his soldiers, He lifted his great Norman voice And said: “Hands up who’s coming to England.” That was swank ‘cos they hadn’t much choice. So they all set sail about teatime, And the sea were so calm and so still And at quarter to ten the next morning They arrived at a …

Poetry Week – All that is gold does not glitter by J.R.R. Tolkien

Happy World Poetry Day! It’s difficult to select a “favourite poem of all time”. Not difficult in the same way of chosing a favourite song (which is actually impossible), but difficult in a way that the question demands special attention. You can usually tell a lot about a person from what their favourite poem is in a way that you can’t from their favourite song(s). My favourite poems are mostly ones I read during my childhood because that was the only time that I really just absorbed poetry as if I needed it to live. You can already make assumptions on my character from that, and you can make even more assumptions based on my actual favourite: All that is gold does not glitter. Why is it my favourite? Couldn’t really tell you. It’s short, effective, and from Lord of the Rings and that’s magical as fuck so that’s probably all there is to it. Still, it’s the only poem I’ve loved so much that I wrote it out in Circular Gallifreyan to print and …

Poetry Week – I have a gentil cock by Anon

World Poetry Day takes place on 21st March. I’m posting five of my favourite poems this week – what are your favourites? Sometimes the best poems are the naughty ones; case in point: Chaucer. I don’t know about you but I enjoy a naughty poem a lot more if it’s written in yesteryear – like this one is (early 15th century). It’s simple, crude, and funny. And it’s a fave. I have a gentil cock croweth me day he doth me risen early my matins for to stay I have a gentil cock comen he is of great his comb is of red coral his tail is of jet I have a gentil cock comen he is of kind his comb is of red sorrel his tail is of inde his legs be of azure so gentil and so small his spurs are of silver white into the wortewale his eyes are of crystal locked all in amber and every night he pertcheth him in my lady`s chamber _________________________ The ads below help to pay …

Poetry Week – The Highwayman by Alfred Noyes

World Poetry Day takes place on 21st March. I’m posting five of my favourite poems this week – what are your favourites? Did anyone else read The Highwayman at school? Did anyone else develop a little bit of a crush/obsession with the Highwayman after that? Oh come on, it can’t just me me… The Highwayman was the most ‘shocking’ thing my class was exposed to at school. Until we started sex education that is (*shudder*). I swear I was only six or seven when we read the tragic tale of the highwayman and boy was it awesome. Murder, suicide, boobs, ghosts…I don’t actually know why we studied it but I’m bloody glad we did. I adored it; I wanted to fall in love with a highwayman after reading this poem, though hopefully not with the same outcome. I do remember trying to find more stories about highwaymen and calling the moon a ‘ghostly galleon’ for a good while. Though I may have the nostalgia goggles on, I do think this is a fab poem – …