There’s a Nobel Prize for Peace
There’s probably one for war
I’d like to plead the case
For adding just one more
They say he was just a hungry toff
Feeling the need of a quick snack
Between some few games of cards
Thus allowing him quickly back
To those gentlemanly pursuits
Worthy of a man of his station
But to all us modern rushed folk
He’s the benefactor of the nation.
Johnson perfected dictionaries
Wellington his really useful boots
Worthy causes there no doubt
Scarce worth the merest of hoots
Compared to Earl of Sandwich
With his eponymous fast food
Easily and quickly adapted
To every nuance and mood
So lift your glasses please
Ply toasts upon the head
Of the man who first invented
Fun with two slices of bread
All hail to thee, John Montagu
The world doth owe great debt to you
A fine lady was Lady Montagu
wrote a poem or two
Technically forceful&taut
usually in couplets quite short
The Moon is often feminine in poetry,
Sylvia Plath was heavily influenced
by the White Goddess.
Lady Mary W Montagu, writes
in the ‘Hymn to the Moon’
“The lover’s guardian and the muse’s aid
By thy pale beams I solitary rove,
To thee my tender grief confide;
Serenely sweet you gild the silent grove
My friend, my goddess and my guide…”
And for Emily Dickinson
The moon was but a chin of gold,
“and now she turns her perfect face
Upon the world below,”
Like Lady Godiva,
Goddess Selene sits astride
the gleaming silvery steed
wrapped in a warm glow of white fire
and rides across the sky.
She is the muse of the poet,
Tethered to the spirit of the sea,
A sparkling beacon in the night
for two hearts lost in love.
Fickle, whimsical, mysterious
like a coy maiden
She often hides behind the veil
offering teasing glimpses
to charm the lovelorn souls.
~Contest: Is the Moon male or Female
~Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke.