A PARADOX .... 2nd shot at homework
Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2016 10:29 pm
Just mucking around with the homework prompts - mainly due to both Wendy and Shelley commenting that they were having a bit of trouble with a nautical theme ... it doesn't have to really be a nautical theme. Come at it from a different angle and weave a story.
This is far from perfect but using the prompts and thinking outside the square ...
PARADOX ...Maureen Clifford © The #ScribblyBark Poet
The vicar bowed his head in prayer - above the church bell tolled
the wedding party rose as one and to the vestry strolled.
A man proposes but God disposes .
"The sea is his" Mistress Anne said " since he was just a lad
and moved here to Safe Harbour to spend time with his Dad
at 'Anchors Aweigh ' The house with roses.
A handsome man - a lovely bride, who suited rather well
today pledged to each other , a match I did foretell
from back when they were still children at school.
Where one was seen folks always knew the other would be near.
Perhaps their mutual circumstances joined them. Quite austere
upbringings.. Both their mothers died. Life's cruel.
John had seen spit and polish in his long naval career
and Amy stayed and nursed her Dad through illness quite severe.
Fate finds quite trite the ways of paradox.
I must be cruel to be kind were the words she told him, then
refused to marry him because, she knew not where or when
circumstances would ignite a tinder box.
A family torn asunder by a squabble long forgot,
two sisters married brothers - long ago they tied the knot
but old hurts and betrayals linger long.
Their offspring were first cousins - they loved and longed to wed.
Both Fathers were against it - harsh words were aired and said.
Inbred and incest mentioned . Purely wrong.
But now today, their Fathers have both passed away and gone
Amy and John well past the flush of youth have waited long
to share their own happiness and a home.
Today the village celebrates their union with joy
I've heard it said it takes a whole village to raise a boy
and we love John and Amy as our own."
She wandered off -old Mistress Anne, schoolteacher now retired.
Her words they remained with me, 'twas clear that she admired
John and Amy, she'd stood on her soapbox
to make it clear that they were loved and held in high esteem,
delighted that they now were able to live their own dream.
I drank a toast with vodka on the rocks.
Love always finds a way - a paradox.
This is far from perfect but using the prompts and thinking outside the square ...
PARADOX ...Maureen Clifford © The #ScribblyBark Poet
The vicar bowed his head in prayer - above the church bell tolled
the wedding party rose as one and to the vestry strolled.
A man proposes but God disposes .
"The sea is his" Mistress Anne said " since he was just a lad
and moved here to Safe Harbour to spend time with his Dad
at 'Anchors Aweigh ' The house with roses.
A handsome man - a lovely bride, who suited rather well
today pledged to each other , a match I did foretell
from back when they were still children at school.
Where one was seen folks always knew the other would be near.
Perhaps their mutual circumstances joined them. Quite austere
upbringings.. Both their mothers died. Life's cruel.
John had seen spit and polish in his long naval career
and Amy stayed and nursed her Dad through illness quite severe.
Fate finds quite trite the ways of paradox.
I must be cruel to be kind were the words she told him, then
refused to marry him because, she knew not where or when
circumstances would ignite a tinder box.
A family torn asunder by a squabble long forgot,
two sisters married brothers - long ago they tied the knot
but old hurts and betrayals linger long.
Their offspring were first cousins - they loved and longed to wed.
Both Fathers were against it - harsh words were aired and said.
Inbred and incest mentioned . Purely wrong.
But now today, their Fathers have both passed away and gone
Amy and John well past the flush of youth have waited long
to share their own happiness and a home.
Today the village celebrates their union with joy
I've heard it said it takes a whole village to raise a boy
and we love John and Amy as our own."
She wandered off -old Mistress Anne, schoolteacher now retired.
Her words they remained with me, 'twas clear that she admired
John and Amy, she'd stood on her soapbox
to make it clear that they were loved and held in high esteem,
delighted that they now were able to live their own dream.
I drank a toast with vodka on the rocks.
Love always finds a way - a paradox.
