The NaPoWriMo prompt requires including a line, a memorable line of someone else’s poetry. The golden shovel is a form that preserves the integrity of the original line, using it in its entirety, but you only see it if you know it’s there. I’ve written two versions of one from two different perspectives. I thank Shakespeare for the inspiration.
The sty of contentment
They envy such as we,
those whose lives are
humdrum, who have such
banal wants, the stuff
that fills attics as
soon as the novelty has worn off. Dreams
of white-sanded beaches are
what fill their nights, hand-made
souvenirs bought on
a local market and
real bargains. They envy our
happiness with so little,
our simple, authentic life.
What we have is
well-balanced, healthy and rounded.
enviable by
any standards, a
life not unsimilar to sleep.
A sort of peace
The world has little time for such as we,
whose wants are
few, our desires such
as stillness and small beauties, the stuff
as hard to find as
childhood. Our dreams
are abstract, the things that are,
not bought, sold or made.
We have only this road we are on,
those who walk with us and
share stories and sorrows, our
companions for a little
piece of the way. This life,
all that we have, is
one another, our bubble rounded
and cradled by
green meadows, a sort of peace, a
dream without sleep.
Your shovels are always golden, Jane. The lines you chose are favourites of mine.
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Thank you, Kim. You know how squeamish I am about inserting other people’s words into something of my own. Nothing will persuade me it’s a legitimate exercise. This seems the only way to do it.
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Oh, I love Golden Shovels! I’ve really got to do one one day
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Sometimes they work, sometimes they don’t. I think you have to try a line and if it doesn’t work, try another.
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Such a good idea for the prompt, and I like how your poems relate to the line (a good one!), in such different opposing ways.
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The first one sounded (to me) so self-satisfied, I thought I ought to write another version. Wouldn’t want anyone to think it was the poet speaking 🙂
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No, we can’t have that! 🙂
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🙂
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The first one does sound as if they are sleeping through their days (on Instagram, no doubt). And then the second one comes alive. (K)
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Almost all the people who live on this lane are ‘foreign’, mainly from the Paris region. They are terribly judgemental about people who ‘don’t respect the countryside’, but their lives revolve around car trips several times a day, buying home beautiful accessories, lighting up their house so the bats can admire it, and in particular, spending an awful lot of their time on holiday or living in their other home in a big city. They don’t see the irony.
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I’m sure they feel very authentic (I really hate that word). Being judgemental comes with the territory.
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It’s a pet hate of mine too. Gives credibility to all kinds of rubbish.
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