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HUOR: Laureate? Last of a score! Disturb her sonnet for a brave man.
A: Does he eat his veg? No! A deceiver swallows it for him! (Whole). (But not the deceiver).
M: He’s an elf of the twilight, blended and liquid.
FEANOR: No fear. Perturbed? Well, it sums him up, really.
ARVELEG: Reveal, after much spin, a velar consonant – and the man himself.
S: A donkey, a Shropshire town, and a perfect square! Mix them together, and whom do you see?
TUOR: He’s a teacher in Gondolin, but he’s suffered dental loss.
THEME: FATHERS & SONS
There have been 20 British Poet Laureates, (a score).
The current one, and the first ever female one, is Carol Ann Duffy.
'HOUR' by CAROL ANN DUFFY
Love’s time’s beggar, but even a single hour,
bright as a dropped coin, makes love rich.
We find an hour together, spend it not on flowers
or wine, but the whole of the summer sky and a grass ditch.
For thousands of seconds we kiss; your hair
like treasure on the ground; the Midas light
turning your limbs to gold. Time slows, for here
we are millionaires, backhanding the night
so nothing dark will end our shining hour,
no jewel hold a candle to the cuckoo spit
hung from the blade of grass at your ear,
no chandelier or spotlight see you better lit
than here. Now. Time hates love, wants love poor,
but love spins gold, gold, gold from straw.
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"Sit by the firelight's glow; tell us an old tale we know. Tell of adventures strange and rare; never to change, ever to share! Stories we tell will cast their spell, now and for always."
Last edited by Pervinca Took; 05-08-2019 at 01:00 PM.
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