Young
Billy is the Bard of Buckley Oak
(not
famous yet, though he has that all planned);
intense,
but still a fairly cheerful bloke,
he
strides the streets ‒
a notebook in his hand ‒
declaiming
blank verse, couplets and the like,
composing
witty rondeaux
on the fly,
and
sometimes shouting haiku from his bike
as
he rides near a startled passer-by.
His
masterwork, an epic lyric crown,
is
slowly taking shape within his mind:
a
sonnet-cycle, based upon his town,
until
one day, to his dismay, he finds
his
grand poetic bubble has been burst ‒
some
pesky bloggers had the idea first.
RJT
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