The Start of it All

Introduction to Poetry for Napowrino Day 3 which is also National Poetry Day

Nursery rhymes and silly songs from Mum
Poetry is in my genes, but I didn’t know..

    Under a toadstool crept a wee elf
    Out of the rain, to shelter himself…

Dad made doggerel as easy as speech
and I joined in, line and line about.,,

   Holly, holly, mistletoe,
   sit the baby on the po chair…

In nineteen forty-eight a Prince was born.
I wrote him a lullaby, words and music – I was nine …

   Sleep, Charlie, sleep
The sandman will creep….

At school we recited poetry –
like music it was to my ears …

   How beautiful they are,
   the lordly ones that dwell in the hills …

We won the local Festival,
a silver cup to celebrate …

   A piper in the street today
set up and tuned and started to play …

Years went by, a busy life 
with more songs than poems …

,Let the bright Seraphim  in burning row,
…. Their loud uplifted Angel-trumpets blow …

Studying late in life for a degree
introduced poetry again to me …

,,,Doggerel is delicious, but it only lasts a second
while real poetry lasts forever ,,,

Sources of refrain quotes:

Elf and the Dormouse
How Beautiful they are
A Piper in the Street today
Let the bright Seraphim
The rest come from Viv’s early efforts.

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17 Responses to The Start of it All

  1. I love the remembering and joviality you bring in a way that is uniquely Viv!!!


  2. Eha says:

    Is it not wonderful to remember and kind’of smile and sometimes outright laugh . . . is that not what life is all about . . . ?


  3. Lance says:

    Liked how all the senses came alive with this poem.


  4. Well done, Viv!! And it most certainly does “fit” our contest. EXCELLENT! ~ Marie Elena


  5. anxiousgeek says:

    Great poem. I loved the different little intersections.


  6. I really love this, Viv; but I take exception to your last statement: there’s plenty of doggerel still around; they call them nursery rhymes, for a start… 🙂


  7. How wonderful to be transported to such a lovely place. 🙂


  8. felt transported to a different world…


  9. Lynda says:

    Viv, I had never heard of doggerel till now. The way you have presented it, well, I quite like it! It is a nice glimpse into what makes you, uniquely you. 🙂


  10. wanted to comment long time back..but mundane household chores kept me busy..the innocence of the child is being reflected in the poem…a lovely read.


  11. A journey of sweetness and innocence mixed with the world. I thoroughly enjoyed this Viv.


  12. seekingmeme says:

    The idea of mixing your words with the lines from poems you remember is a really good one. I like the back-and-forth conversation between you and the world. 🙂


  13. Love this Viv the way you have intertwined things


  14. Shah Wharton says:

    Oh this is just scrummy, and hey, a little educational too. A slice of your history mixed within refrains of world history – great idea.


  15. ladywhispers says:

    Last line so nails it 🙂
    Love this piece 🙂


  16. ladynimue says:

    your poems are always so much fun to read 🙂


  17. cecilia says:

    Maybe doggerel lasts forever too, what a delicious piece Viv. i love having these glimpses into your past.. c


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