FOW2 – It’s National Poetry Day
Me – I hate poetry
FOW 2 – You don’t hate poetry. No one hates poetry.
Me – I do. Life’s too short. All that wondering what people are reeely saying or meaning. Blah.
Didn’t you do poetry at school?
Yup. John Betjeman. De da. De Dum. De Dah. About my limit. Although I never did give a monkeys about Miss Joan Hunter Dunn. Then there were the War Poets. Just so depressing. Eleven years old and at the end of English I was trying to do myself a damage with a milk straw.
Not a lot of laughs, I’ll give you that. Maybe you were too young? What about nonsense verse or limericks?
Ha ha. “The boy stood on the burning deck, picking his nose like mad. He rolled it into a great big ball and threw it at his dad.”
Ugh. That’s one of grandad’s and it’s disgusting. What about open verse?
Ok. I like “There was a young girl from Dundee, who was stung on her leg by a wasp. When asked “Did it hurt?” She said “No not a lot. He can do it again if he likes.”
That is NOT open verse
Everyone is an expert.
(Leaving room and going upstairs) People who don’t like poetry have no soul.
(Shouted upstairs) Well that’s me then. Oh and by the way I always thought “They TUCK you up your Mum and Dad” would have been a better line actually.
Wanders into kitchen harrumphing. Stops. Gets out old King James Bible. Thumbs through and finds
Oh that thou wouldest rend the heavens, that thou wouldest come down, that the mountains might flow down at thy presence, Isaiah 64
And…Preserve me, God, for in you do I take refuge.
My soul, you have said to Yahweh, “You are my Lord.
Apart from you I have no good thing.” (Psalm 16)
And..By the rivers of Babylon we sat and wept when we remembered Zion. There on the poplars we hung our harps, for there our captors asked us for songs, Psalm 137
I have been reading and loving these things all my life. I am, in fact, a very deep and spiritual person with a strong and poetic soul. So there.
Happy Poetry day