Once again Thursday has come round as always and there have been a variety of stimuli out there in the world. This week two of those came together quite surprisingly.
From the point of view of value to the reader I will once again divulge some of my secrets! I study the formats poets have used throughout the ages and sometimes I 'borrow' their styles - not their words. This week it is the man above and his poem The Ballad of Reading Gaol. It is a long poem with verses of six lines where only the 2nd, 4th and 6th lines rhyme. It is the story of his incarceration.
I was in church last Sunday at a service lead by a former congregation member turned priest. He told an old joke of the golden phone and his sermon went on to focus on prayer.
The poem that I've written is not intended to be funny but I thought it a useful vehicle to attach to Wilde's style.
The Golden Phone
The golden phone on the narthex wall
was there for all to see and use.
An opportunity to converse with God,
to ask for forgiveness or discuss His rules,
on life, death and other matters,
but in Truro the cost did not amuse.
And there again in Coventry’s see
the golden phone is hanging in wait,
for the grieving or ailing to pick up
and talk to God about their fate.
The price is once again too high
they turn and decide – already too late.
In Yorkshire the golden phone is just 10 pence
a nominal price for this locality.
His own county and therefore the local rate,
to grant instant accessibility.
Pick up the handset make your prayer,
and don’t worry about audibility.
© David L Atkinson July 2016