Following on from my opening outline of Pastiche Poetry (see my blog yesterday titled ‘Pastiche Poetry’ ), here are some of my own efforts (you may call them concoctions or confections if you’d rather) which I have based on the well-known opening lines of six different poets . . .
‘Home Thoughts, From Abroad’, Robert Browning …
Oh to be in England
Now that April’s there;
Whate’er the goddamn weather
It’s March I just can’t bear.
‘If’, Rudyard Kipling …
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
Then you’re a very special person
And I’m another bloody cockatoo.
‘This be The verse’, Philip Larkin …
They tuck you up your mum and dad,
Make sure you go to sleep,
And then they get the cards out
While from you there’s not a peep.
‘Casablanca’, Felicia Dorothea Hemans …
The boy stood on the burning deck
Whence all but he had fled.
He couldn’t help but think ‘By heck!
Those clods left me for dead.’
‘I wandered lonely as a cloud’, William Wordsworth …
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vale and hill,
When all at once I saw a shroud,
It made my very heart standstill.
‘The Lake Isle of Innisfree’, W.B.Yeats …
I will arise and go now
And go to Innisfree;
I need to meet my muse there,
Commune with Calliope.