Blake’s Progress #poem #poetry

In my mini series of poems based on famous first lines I’ve stolen a hymn from Willie Blake, a local resident in East Dulwich back when Peckham was cool and Prime Ministers has problems with Ireland… like now really only without leopard print shoes….

And did those feet in ancient time

Walk upon England’s mountains green?

Because that would explain why mum can

Not get her beige shag pile clean.

She blamed the dog and had a fit

Which meant she needed her pink pills.

They make her see all kinds of stuff;

An oiled hunk and other thrills.

Give her his spear of burning gold

She’ll put an arrow in his desire,

Poor lamb’ll turn grey and old

And join the boy soprano choir.

Mum can’t stand a muddy rug

Her mop won’t sleep in gnarly hands

Till she’s cleaned Jerusalem

And other grim and grubby lands.

The pictures are from my garden last week

About TanGental

My name is Geoff Le Pard. Once I was a lawyer; now I am a writer. I've published several books: a four book series following Harry Spittle as he grows from hapless student to hapless partner in a London law firm; four others in different genres; a book of poetry; four anthologies of short fiction; and a memoir of my mother. I have several more in the pipeline. I have been blogging regularly since 2014, on topic as diverse as: poetry based on famous poems; memories from my life; my garden; my dog; a whole variety of short fiction; my attempts at baking and food; travel and the consequent disasters; theatre, film and book reviews; and the occasional thought piece. Mostly it is whatever takes my fancy. I avoid politics, mostly, and religion, always. I don't mean to upset anyone but if I do, well, sorry and I suggest you go elsewhere. These are my thoughts and no one else is to blame. If you want to nab anything I post, please acknowledge where it came from.
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12 Responses to Blake’s Progress #poem #poetry

  1. Ruth says:

    Of course being me, I sang it! Lovely pics too 🙂

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  2. Anabel Marsh says:

    I spluttered when I got to the spear. Fortunately, I hadn’t yet taken a sip of the tea which John has just presented me with. Wonderful garden pictures!

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  3. willowdot21 says:

    Lol 😀😀🎉🎉💜

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  4. I sang it too – though not all the way through.
    Sweet William would roll in his grave at the sound
    of my caterwauling to your heinous round.

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  5. Elizabeth says:

    Wonderfully dreadful. I may never be able to read that poem again, much less sing it. Did you know that you can sing Emily Dickinson to the tune for the “Yellow Rose of Texas?” Thought you might enjoy that.

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  6. Ali Isaac says:

    Haha! Love it, Geoff… found myself singing the words as I read them. And those pictures!!! Your garden is an Eden! And yes, problems with Ireland… and Europe. Why is the rest of the world so awkward? Sigh. To hard border or not to hard border, decisions decisions! At least we have poetry and the beauty of nature to console us. Hugs to you, Geoff!

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