A pastiche, created in PRISMA, of a painting of my own of Bruton, Somerset, England
PASTICHE POETRY
Following on from my opening outline of Pastiche Poetry (see my blog of two days ago titled ‘Pastiche Poetry’ ), and my blog of yesterday ( Pastiche Poetry #1 ), here are more 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 . . .
Leisure, W.H.Davies …
What is this life
If full of care
We must still put up
With Tony Blair.
A Red Red Rose, Robert Burns …
O my Luve’s like a red, red rose
That blossoms in the summer;
I think of her without her clothes,
Prickly, but a stunner.
The Lady of Shalott, Alfred Lord Tennyson …
On either side the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye;
Oh tell me why, Yes tell me why,
This bloody river’s running dry.
Song to Celia II, Ben Jonson …
Drink to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
I’ve had enough of diet coke
I want a glass of blood red wine.
To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time, Robert Herrick …
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying:
It’s time to settle down and wed,
You’ll find it satisfying.
Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard, Thomas Gray …
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,
The lowing herd wind slowly o’er the lea,
It’s time to tell you Mister Thomas Gray
To quit this grandiose hyperbole.
Roland's Ragbag 