Today our poet Colin Hopkirk, on Day 580 of the daily poems, paraphrases a Summer Courtship as our new Prime Minister (yay) goes to the Palace to meet the King. Recently there seem to have been more than the usual appearances on our screens of Kingy and other Royals in their gaudy coaches – at the Trooping of the Colour and that type of thing. And then, yesterday, our brand new Prime Minister made his first visit to Buckingham Palace …
In mirror’d palaces they’re drawing straws
the carriages the Royals use
confected carts
for coronations
(and other state occasions )
gaudy, overblown
ornate as fancy cakes
uncomfortable as hell
for all their curlicues
their gold elaborations
apparently they jar entitled bones
Colin Hopkirk