National Poetry Day

September 29, 2014

October Snakeskin will probably be a day late, appearing on the 2nd of the month.

It’s been pointed out to me, though, that this is reasonably appropriate, since the 2nd is National Poetry Day.

Here is a poem about NPD that I wrote a few years ago:

National Poetry Day

The Head was ambitious and nobody’s fool,
A big man, efficient, and proud of his school.

At the start of the term, as he sorted his post,
The item of mail that intrigued him the most

Was a piece puffing National Poetry Day,
Including a list of the poets who’d stay

And workshop and somehow persuade the whole school
That poets were groovy and poems were cool.

“Here’s status,” the Head thought. “It’s not to be missed.”
The one problem, though, was the names on the list;

Though doubtless they wrote quite respectable stuff,
Not one of them, frankly, was famous enough.

His school deserved more; his ambition took wing,
And so he decided to do his own thing.

With his usual flair, and with chutzpah exquisite,
He invited the whole English canon to visit.

Geoffrey Chaucer came first, on an equable horse,
And Spenser, and Marlowe, and Shakespeare, of course

(Who was grabbed by the teachers of English, imploring
“Do come and persuade the Year Nines you’re not boring.”)

Keats arrived coughing, Kipling marched vigorously;
Matthew Arnold began to inspect the school rigorously –

Which delighted the Head, who with pride and elation
Showed the bards of the ages today’s education.

Vaughan was ecstatic, though Clough was more sceptical.
Dowson puked up in a litter receptacle.

Coleridge sneaked off to discover the rates
Of an unshaven person outside the school gates;

Soon he’d sunk in a private and picturesque dream,
While Auden was ogling the basketball team.

Plath lectured the girls: “Get ahead! Go insane!”
Algernon Swinburne cried: “Bring back the cane!”

Dylan Thomas soon found the head’s cupboard of booze,
And Swift was disdainfully sniffing the loos.

And then the Head twigged, with a horrified jolt,
That something had sparked a Romantic revolt.

Shelley’d gathered the students out in the main quad,
And roused them to rise against school, Head, and God.

Byron soon joined him, and started to speak.
(He showed his best profile, and quoted from Greek.)

The bards of the thirties were equally Red,
And Milton explained how to chop off a head.

Decadents undermined all the foundations.
Surrealists threw lobsters and rancid carnations.

Pre-Raphaelites attacked the technology rooms,
And the First World War poets trudged off to their dooms,

Sidney with gallantry led a great charge in
(Tennyson cheering them on from the margin).

The Deputy Head, who was rather a dope,
Got precisely impaled on a couplet by Pope

(Who, while not so Romantic, was never the chap
To run from a fight or keep out of a scrap).

Then the whole solid edifice started to shake
As it was prophetically blasted by Blake.

Soon the School was destroyed. Eliot paced through the waste,
And reflected with sorrow and learning and taste,

Which he fused in a poem, an excellent thing,
Though rather obscure and extremely right-wing.

He gave this to the Head, who just threw it aside
As he knelt by the wreck of his school, and he cried

Salty tears that went fizz as they hit the school’s ashes.
He said words that I’d better imply by mere dashes:

“——– Poets! ——– Poetry – rhyme and free verse!
Let them wilt in the face of a Headmaster’s curse!

“Let poetry wither! How sweet it would be
If all of the world were as normal as me!”

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4 Responses to “National Poetry Day”

  1. Ed Shacklee Says:

    A great way to start the day. Thank you, especially for the Romantic revolt and on down to Eliot, which gave me a laugh.

  2. Sue Says:

    Enjoyable!

  3. Robert Nisbet Says:

    I very much enjoyed the poem, George. I’ll look forward to Snakeskin and to National Poetry Day when I’m planning to get in on an open mic in Fishguard.

  4. Nell Nelson Says:

    I think this is brilliant. And very clever. Yeay! Simmers rules.


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