Poetry competition CLOSED 20th June 2021 9:42am
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Ahavati (Tams)
Ahavati (Tams)
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Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales retold
Poetry Contest Description
Re-tell one of the Cantebury tales in the style of another poet, see https://www.spectator.co.uk/article/chaucer-s-canterbury-tales-retold please include the tale and the poet or style about which your re-telling is based.
I want to use this competition to draw the attention of DUPers to Lucy Vickery's poetry column in The Spectator magazine.
One of the great strengths of the column is that it raises the profile of otherwise unknown poets. It would be good to see some of the DUPers entering ...
My entry is the Pardoner's tale done in the style of a Pushkin Sonnet. Please give us the name of the tale and style when entering the competition.
One of the great strengths of the column is that it raises the profile of otherwise unknown poets. It would be good to see some of the DUPers entering ...
My entry is the Pardoner's tale done in the style of a Pushkin Sonnet. Please give us the name of the tale and style when entering the competition.
A Modern Pardoner's Tale
Three fools from Blighty - Matt, Dimwitty,
and Boris - thought they could kill death.
Devising plans devoid of pity,
to give someone, one more last breath.
Perhaps a worthy undertaking,
apart from the stupid mistaking
of point for pointless. Thus, our knaves
embarked upon making us slaves.
As covid was waxing and waning,
they spread fear by a false measure
and, squandered the nation's treasure.
They shut the NHS, explaining:
your cruel, needless sacrifice
to give us kudos, may suffice.
and Boris - thought they could kill death.
Devising plans devoid of pity,
to give someone, one more last breath.
Perhaps a worthy undertaking,
apart from the stupid mistaking
of point for pointless. Thus, our knaves
embarked upon making us slaves.
As covid was waxing and waning,
they spread fear by a false measure
and, squandered the nation's treasure.
They shut the NHS, explaining:
your cruel, needless sacrifice
to give us kudos, may suffice.
Written by AnonymousBystander
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an English Lit Teacher turned me on to Chaucer in high school, in a time i was about to fucked up my future life. I loved her Olde English class so much she gifted me her Portable Chaucer book which i still own today.
i may enter this challenge but don't quote me on it as i've been indolent far too long in spilling spit. But i will definitely give this comp much thought and consideration.
i may enter this challenge but don't quote me on it as i've been indolent far too long in spilling spit. But i will definitely give this comp much thought and consideration.
The Widow’s Cock
It seems that life is always fought between
a fox and cock. The latter struts about
his house as King David, his wives arrayed
on beds of hay. The fox, a cunning lout,
requests that King Cock’s rigour be displayed.
A widow, once, was gifted such a cock
and stalked by such a fox. That night she locked
her new monarch inside with his new brides.
The foolish Cock let Noble Fox come in,
and just as Cock’s veins tautened in the shaft
of its long neck, so that music
might issue forth, the fox bit down
and choked the chicken’s warbling.
The widow woke, and stepped out to unlock
the henhouse door. Instead she saw the cock,
the bloody state of which no priest could bless.
‘Just like a man’ she spat. ‘Gives out ‘is cock
like it’s a gift, and lets you clean the mess.’
a fox and cock. The latter struts about
his house as King David, his wives arrayed
on beds of hay. The fox, a cunning lout,
requests that King Cock’s rigour be displayed.
A widow, once, was gifted such a cock
and stalked by such a fox. That night she locked
her new monarch inside with his new brides.
The foolish Cock let Noble Fox come in,
and just as Cock’s veins tautened in the shaft
of its long neck, so that music
might issue forth, the fox bit down
and choked the chicken’s warbling.
The widow woke, and stepped out to unlock
the henhouse door. Instead she saw the cock,
the bloody state of which no priest could bless.
‘Just like a man’ she spat. ‘Gives out ‘is cock
like it’s a gift, and lets you clean the mess.’
Written by The_Silly_Sibyl
(Jack Thomas)
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A retelling of The Nun’s Priest’s Tale.
The Miller's Tale ( Pushkin Sonnet )
Young housewives—dark thrills inspire them;
but, when pressed for action doth feign
virtue against a parish man,
while bedding a more nobler Cane.
Ye husbands! heed this chronicle!
When deceit doth snake full circle
seeking to utterly deceive,
truth can be too hard to believe.
The poor husband, an innocent,
reputable among town folk,
unwittingly becomes a joke
in the sinner's moral dissent!
The husband prays for a godsend;
The parishioner! He's a friend.
~
but, when pressed for action doth feign
virtue against a parish man,
while bedding a more nobler Cane.
Ye husbands! heed this chronicle!
When deceit doth snake full circle
seeking to utterly deceive,
truth can be too hard to believe.
The poor husband, an innocent,
reputable among town folk,
unwittingly becomes a joke
in the sinner's moral dissent!
The husband prays for a godsend;
The parishioner! He's a friend.
~
Written by Ahavati
(Tams)
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A retelling of The Miller's Tale; Pushkin Sonnet
