TRANSLATING THE BRITISH, 2012
A summer of rain, then a gap in the clouds
and The Queen jumped from the sky
to the cheering crowds.
We speak Shakespeare here,
a hundred tongues, one-voiced; the moon bronze or silver,
sun gold, from Cardiff to Edinburgh
by way of London Town,
on the Giantís Causeway;
we say we want to be who we truly are,
now, we roar it. Welcome to us.
Weíve had our pockets picked,
the soft, white hands of bankers,
bold as brass, filching our gold, our silver;
we want it back.
We are Mo Farah lifting the 10,000 metres gold.
We want new running-tracks in his name.
For Jessica Ennis, the same; for the Brownlee brothers,
Rutherford, Ohuruogu, Whitlock, Tweddle,
for every medal earned,
we want school playing-fields returned.
Enough of the soundbite abstract nouns,
austerity, policy, legacy, of tightening metaphorical belts;
we got on our real bikes,
for we are Bradley Wiggins,
side-burned, Mod, god;
we are Sir Chris Hoy,
Laura Trott, Victoria Pendleton, Kenny, Hindes,
Clancy, Burke, Kennaugh and Geraint Thomas,
We want more cycle lanes.
Or we saddled our steed,
or we paddled our own canoe,
or we rowed in an eight or a four or a two;
our names, Glover and Stanning; Baillie and Stott;
Adlington, Ainslie, Wilson, Murray,
Valegro (Dujardinís horse).
We saw what we did. We are Nicola Adams and Jade Jones,
bring on the fighting kids.
We sense new weather.
We are on our marks. We are all in this together.
(Nailed it, didn't she.)
Not keen !
Funnily enough someone else just said the same thing to me. They felt it started off well but then came to nothing. I think, however, it is exactly the sort of poem that a poet laureate writes to mark important occasions.
Of course you've seen better stuff in the bog. You'll see that one, too, 'cause that's what Mary said, she's nailed it. Where do you nail, stuff? In the bog of course, otherwise you'd have nothing with which to wipe your derriere, would you?
She has got the most boring voice of a poet ever in the entire galaxy.
What a lot of negative nellies...
You are wrong there, Mary, we are all positive that she's nailed it.......
I can read between the lines, I guess, coz I rather like it.
Typical Coalition about the fields, too.
"We want to encourage our children to do more sport!" they yell, whilst selling-off school playing fields.
They're still doing it, as I type.
'course, the Tory voters won't give a sh1t, coz their private schools still have fields...
When they say "Our children", they mean "Their children". Not ours.