In the picture a recent path laying in progress. Spade and all which I love.
the prompt for day 24;But take a favorite (or unfavorite) poem of the past, and see if you can’t re-write it on humorous, mocking, or sharp-witted lines. You can use your poem to make fun of the original (in the vein of a parody), or turn the form and manner of the original into a vehicle for making points about something else (more of a satire – though the dividing lines get rather confused and thin at times). I set myself a few rules in choosing Andrew Marvells’ poem (see below). One, to use the form of his poem i.e. 8 lines to a stanza; same rhyme scheme, even his unusual use of semi colons (and yes I used to write like that and feel how that worked.) And of course I stuck with his subject matter, same as I used for my poem yesterday but today I take a different view. It’s not Mr Nobody who made me do it. This time it was Mr Marvell.
How I Became a Garden Renegade
Do I need this, do I truly need?
Apples falling, see here – my nose bleeds;
The measly clusters on my vine
Into each cheeky bird-beak goes my wine;
The nectarines and wrinkled peach
At the top of the tree and out of reach;
Pinball melons, such a farce
Devoid of flowers, devoid my lawn of grass.
Meanwhile, I am a depressing mess
Withdrawn, as on and on I obsess;
The mind grown small with the grind
‘Tis terrible such a soul confined;
To blank such wretched thoughts as these,
Of none of this am I relieved;
Give to me no hand on spade
How have I become a garden renegade?
Benita H. Kape © 25.4.2015
fromThoughts in a Garden
What wondrous life is this I lead!
Ripe apples drop about my head;
The luscious clusters of the vine
Upon my mouth do crush their wine;
The nectarine and curious peach
Into my hands themselves do reach;
Stumbling on melons, as I pass,
Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass.
Meanwhile the mind from pleasure less
Withdraws into its happiness;
The mind, that Ocean where each kind
Does straight its own resemblance find;
Yet it creates, transcending these,
Far other worlds, and other seas;
Annihilating all that’s made
To a green thought in a green shade.
Now I told you all Cretans are liars didn’t I.