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The poetry recital poem that started it all off...

Saturday, 16 July 2016

Hi and thank you again to those of you who have pledged to help make this book happen and get your copy. If you are interested in finding out more and pledging to get involved with have your name in the back of a limited hardback edition then find out more here. We're currently at 73% and have raised over £7,000 with around £2,300 to go. Given that we are over 2/3rds of the way there, I thought that I would release another extract. Ths time it's the poem that kicked the whole thing off - the one that I wrote for my eldest son when he asked me which poem he should do for the school poetry competition. 

 

                           The Poetry Recitation

 

 

My palms are sweaty, my mouth is dry.

There is the stage. I ask myself why

Do I have to do this? It's not fair

To force scared boys to read up there.

Up all alone, when it's your turn.

No text to read, they make you learn.

 

The first boy up is a nervous wreck,

Just stood there on the burning deck.

Parents to right of him. Parents to left of him.

It's all too much and the room starts to spin.

The next boy comes on. Will he be all right?

"Tyger! Tyger! burning bright...".

 

'That's much more like it' the audience is thinking.

The poor boy spots that his Father is winking.

His Mum starts smiling and nudges his brother.

'I did this at school' says the amnesiac mother.

'In fact I'm sure that I won first prize'.

Matilda told such dreadful lies.

 

The next one's modern and nobody knows it.

They can't comprehend but nobody shows it.

They prefer the ones they learnt as a child:

Iambic pentameters, not text running wild.

"Dulce et decorum est" -

The old ones really are the best.

 

I'm next.

and I'm scared.

 

There's parents and teachers and sisters and brothers.

The judge seems quite nice but then so did the others.

And they didn't seem to be condescending;

They liked your beginning but preferred your ending.

"Kiddies and grown ups too-oo-oo".

(I'm desperate for the loo-oo-oo).

 

I'm up on stage and I know I don't know it.

I can't even remember the poem or poet.

I can't even start - my mind is just hollow.

If I get the name then the rest just might follow.

Was it Kipling (Rudyard) or Byron (George Gordon)?

Was it T.S. Eliot or W.H. Auden?

 

"I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky"?

Or anywhere that is not here to just curl up and die.

"In Xanadu did Kubla Khan a stately pleasure-dome decree"?

I'd rather be there than standing here or be anyone other than me.

"Jellicle cats are black and white, Jellicle cats are rather small".

I'd take being a cat, a spayed one at that, anywhere but in this hall.

 

Aaaaah.

I remember.

 

"The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,

The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea

The dum dum dum de dum de dum de dum"

I can' t believe that I don't know line three…

 

I struggle on and get through somehow,

I've blown it but feel better now.

My parents grin and stick thumbs in the air.

Do they know nothing or do they not care?

The judge will know and will give me worse.

'Nul points' is not a score for verse.

 

He's very kind - a small white lie.

He says the standard was quite high.

"Horatio At the Bridge" he rated second.

"Beans, Beans" had won (the whole crowd reckoned).

The judge thought not and chose a child

Who delivered with style his Oscar Wilde.

 

It's all over. Home seems not far.

The parents chat and won't come to the car.

"I thought you were great" my friend's mum utters,

My Dad just says he preferred the stutters.

He also thinks I deserved a prize.

Proving old age won't make you wise.

 

So just twelve months 'til we go again.

The stage will be set for mice and men.

I do believe I'll get it right,

"I must try harder" 's what I'll recite.

I'll work so much - I'll even rehearse

To ensure I change from bad to verse.

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