DEATH IN SHERWOOD FOREST
Thank you for agreeing to this final interview,
Before you shuffle off this mortal coil.
You’ve lived for many centuries
And soon you’ll be returning to the soil.
Ah well, I’ve had a good life.
I can’t complain too much.
Although I have Dutch Elm disease
When I’m not even Dutch
You must have many memories,
So tell me if you would:
Back in the day, do you recall
A man called Robin Hood?
Ah, there’s a name to conjure with.
Although I was just a teen,
I could tell you a few things
That never appeared on the screen.
His romance with Maid Marion
Was portrayed as chaste and pure.
But what went on in the shade of me,
Well, you know what I mean I’m sure.
Friar Tuck hid in my branches,
One day when they were kissing.
But he was far too heavy
And that’s why one branch is missing.
I could tell you so much more,
But my sap is almost gone.
I don’t think I have the energy
To talk about Little John.
There’s one thing I’ve always wondered,
But I’ll never know I fear.
If I fall tonight in the forest,
Will anybody hear?
12th June 2023
Interview Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Anthony Biaanco
Categories:
sherwood, death, memory,
Form: Rhyme
As Robin loved Sherwood,
we reached at dawn and remained till nightfall with you
and we loved
you and went home
only to come to you anew
and roam
to cheer
your greener hue,
dear.
As Robin loved Sherwood,
only to come to you anew,
dear.
*A 3rd Place* in the following contest (judged on Aug. 31, 2020)
Aug. 14, 2020
Let’s Minichu On An Innocent Childhood Memory Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mohan Chutani
Categories:
sherwood, beauty, childhood, innocence, memory,
Form: Rhyme
Bandit of Sherwood
A man from the ‘hood name of Robin
Insults to the sheriff was lobbin’
But Robin the rapper
Got locked in the crapper
When he heard Maid Marion sobbin’
The sheriff claimed Robin of Sherwood
Was not nabbing gold for the poor’s good
He said the thief’s power
Raised cash for a tower
Where Marion might lose her “Maidhood”
*January 30, 2019
For Joseph’s Limerick III contest
Categories:
sherwood, humor,
Form: Limerick
Keep hitting the reset listening unto The Pretenders, learning to crawl...
Her beautiful Christie Hyde and two thousand miles it must be, Christmas
Time for love's children our heart's were singing; as this snow was falling down ?
Joyful their colours these leaves a crown cast of autumn's bossom; his solitary sea gull.
Categories:
sherwood, angel, art, autumn,
Form: I do not know?
Morning gently wakes.
Scents of moss and mint mingle
'neath whippoorwill's reveille.
Melodic lyrics
whisper pass the rustling leaves -
echoing dulcet refrains.
Woodland music swirls
atop harmonious brooks;
crisp droplets chant the chorus.
Dawn breaks symphonic!
A cool breeze plays the oboe
whilst whipping through meadow blades.
A lone fawn’s hoof beat
lends a distant percussion
completing nature’s opus.
A forest's paean -
close your eyes and drown within
it's orchestral rhapsody.
Categories:
sherwood, nature
Form: Choka