Wednesday 4 May 2011

Kate and Wills Ride Out: a poem for the Royal Wedding

Hi everyone,

Following my last blog on Royal Rhyme I decided to write one for the recent Royal Wedding, hence it is in Royal Rhyme. I took as my model the poem by Thomas Wyatt "They Flee from Me", so it is a little old fashioned in feel and tone; but perhaps like Kate's dress it is echoes of past tradition blended with the modern.

In the lines are also references to the meaning of such a public event, like all weddings it is a symbol of future hopes, also at this time of year leaving bad weather behind and seeing new life spring up round us. It could also be taken to mean the event viewed as a turning point leaving past troubles behind. I'm also aware that I've adapted a line from Seamus Heaney where he stated that poetry is a "dream dreamt while awake" and indeed the Royal wedding had a slightly unreal (?) fairy tale quality to it.

Heres's the poem, till next time keep safe...


                Kate and Wills Ride Out

Kate and Wills ride out in a coach, to new hopes shared by all


With waving hands to greet the nations cheers.


Forgetting past histories shadows, now sunshine after sometime squall
brave fronting new hearts, love casting away fears.


The turning point is shared by all along their ways


we greet their happy hopes we share in them too


so many cares now swept aside, now spring and summer blooms anew.






May fortune smile her graces, upon the youthful pair


this day’s divine, but better may it come,


Events that follow, children love and coronation day’s sweet air,

When sceptre and orb will greet, the new placed crown.


And all faces bright with ne’er a frown;


such joyful future who would miss?


We smile in mind’s eye at the picture of such bliss!




It was a dream, but in day’s waking clearly felt.


When all was new, made in the happiness


into the crowd’s joyous feelings, my smile my heart did melt;
surfeit of delight chasing away all sadnesss


And all Winter’s long days lack of gladness.


So may they accept these lines from a humble man,


No bard that’s great or touched by fame, yet I do what I can.
 

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