Ah! Mondayyyy!!! And an Imperial POETRY POTLUCK !!
We (Olivia and Kavita) give you a grand welcome to yet another week of Poetry Potluck... This time we shall pump some royalty in ourselves, and live in "Fortresses, Castles, Palaces and Royal houses"... So come on and enjoy this majestic journey, will ya?
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Flash Forward!! Whew!! After some regal indulgence, how about some fun with "Sketches, Images, and Impressions"!! That's next week of course! So you have one entire week to prepare your poem for this theme.. :) And if you are unable to submit a poem ON the theme, relax... Send in an older poem you would love to share with us...
Now LET'S GET STARTED with this week's potluck!!!! Enjoy the VIDEO here and write on... Thanks for joining in and supporting your fellow poets here at OUR favorite Poetry Potluck!!!
"A Royal Daydream"
If I traced my ancestry
Would I find a monarchy?
Perhaps I’m the fourth cousin
Of an English Queen or two.
Does that mean I should shift
Into a castle or a palace.
And live out my days,
As all good royals should,
Being pampered and spoiled
And primly mollycoddled?
Which residence would it be--
Buckingham, Windsor, Balmoral or
Maybe Kensington or Holyroodhouse?
Or better yet, I could relocate at whim
And stay at them all, rotating about.
A royal household isn’t
Much like any other.
It takes a multitude of people
To run it fitting and proper.
There’s someone needed to
Serve your daily high tea--
(Egads, everyone knows
You never boil your own water!)
There’s housekeepers galore, and
Persons to tend the laundry,
Cooks and butlers and plenty of dusters,
Dog walkers, shoppers,
And polishers of the crowns,
And lots of accountants to
Take care of all the money.
And there’s even a speech therapist around
In case there’s a tongue-knotting lisp that abounds.
Perhaps it’s seen as a life of ease,
To live the life of the privileged
But it could get in the way
Of the life that I please--
I think I’ll stay put as a commoner.
Thank you, Gayle, for this supremely royal poem... it's simply perrrfect!!