I sit a straggler at my table, goblets of wine left half-tasted
brushing cheese and crumbs from my clothes
Having brushed away wealthy guests expecting a recital
from a poet whose faith climbs more than soars
I raise a glass to my missing bride, our flight
to the Florentine renaissance renewed our resolve
As St. George I tried to slay Victorian hypocrisy
for every good there is an evil, widower in a worldly paradise
No, I was not topical, favouring Dickens to Darwin
if my speech is discordant it's of the streets in a busy quarter
Author notes
Browning quote: "Tis not what man Does which exalts him, but what man Would do!"
[An interpretation of Browning in dramatic monologue.] maybe my entry is off the mark...
A contest entry
- Robert Browing Speaks Poetically by dame de la riviere.
3500 points, ended July 8, 9 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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THanks for entering; good luck.
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-thanks for your kind assessment.
It was fun trying to enact a poet.
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