Sunday, 7 January 2018

Contemporary Beowulf

A Contemporary re-working of the epic poem: Beowulf

Beowulf had been summoned and so hastened across the seas.
The turbulence was severe and the aircraft was tossed and
Buffeted as wave upon wave of disturbed air sought to
Wreak havoc but the craft survived and although some of his
Fellow passengers suffered, all survived the fearful flight.

Because of his deserved reputation, our hero arrived
Incognito. Only a chosen few knew of his quest.
Having touched down, he quickly made his way to the Heorot
Hotel, Manhattan. There he was met by his contact and
Old friend. A complete darkness had fallen upon the land.

Beowulf was soon appraised of the plan but first he must be
Feasted and paraded before the gathered clan. Speeches
Espousing the bravery and courage of all concerned
And protestations of friendship were interwoven with
Further reports of the evil doings of the monster.

The greatest amongst the surviving plotters was Hrothgar.
Shunned and insulted in joint measure by the monster, he
Had managed so far to evade its deadly clutches and
Hid amongst the cavernous rooms of the hotel, though the
Monster had found others there. Bad news reached those awaiting.

Sanning* and Arlighet* fell into the monster’s clutches.
Their fate was unknown, but that they had no future nor a
Past that could be spoken of was not in doubt. Sadness reigned,
Bitter tears fell on arid soil. Beowulf was seen as
The only glimmer of hope for this desperate people.

The saviour from overseas; the illegal immigrant,
Now chose two warriors to accompany him: Heder*
And Beundran*. Both knew well the dangers they faced, but each was
Prepared to make the ultimate sacrifice to save their
Beloved homeland from the growing threat to their freedom.

Hrothgar first called together his followers and asked them
To name Beowulf: ‘Ledarskap’, for he was now their last hope.
But their hero would not accept this new title, hailing  
Hrothgar as the true leader of his peoples who would once
Again reign in this once great but now benighted waste land.

Beowulf would engage in battle, but knowing the
Strengths of his opponent, he would use subtle wiles
And deep subterfuge to bring about the monster’s
Downfall, so that everyone in the homeland would
Witness how they had been deluded and misled.

“We must wrench from him the one weapon he holds. His
Right arm must be taken from him, removing his
Ability to control what happens. Once we
Have disarmed him, we will succeed in weakening
His position and bring about his sure downfall.”

The gathered clan listened carefully to the words
Of Beowulf, but some doubted that he could achieve
His aims. But they vowed to protect him as best they
Could until either the monster was slain or it
Exerted its full revenge upon all involved.

And so the battle commenced. Beowulf knew that it
Would be an epic struggle, and only one would
Survive. He had the means to slay the monster, but
Knew also that he must act quickly before it
Could strike again for it was unpredictable.

Beowulf was confident that he possessed the powers
To bring down the monster, but he needed help. The
Weapons he requested were gathered together
And all was now set for the battle to begin.
Our hero knew better than to attack at once.

His strategy was to persuade the monster that
His powers were less than they actually were. He
Wished to lull his opponent into a false sense
Of security then would hit him hard with all he
Had to offer. His first assaults were thus parried.

Then following this fake thrust and parry the two
Opponents set to a full-scale battle. Beowulf,
Like his ancient namesake, who hacked off the arm of
Grendel, was a renowned hacker who took control
Of the monster’s communication accounts and

By spreading fake outbursts from the monster, led to
A frenzied counter attack. But our hero then
Redirected efforts towards the very heart
Of the monster’s empire: The Pentagon. Spreading
His angles of attack, the monster was exposed

And fragile. By turning his own weapons against
Him, Beowulf discovered the monster’s weakness, and
Although it still sought to destroy, in doing so,
It was self-destructing. It had survived on lies
And fake news, now it was a victim of the same.

The monster flew into a rage of frustration,
An infantile tantrum, destroying all before
It. Those previously in fawning attendance
Deserted.  Left alone, the monster with nothing
To feed upon, withered and died a lonely death.

Beowulf, drained by the encounter, was hurried from the
New world. His presence only ever known by a
Select few. With the monster gone, a new leader was
Appointed and she vowed to always tell the truth.
On hearing this, Beowulf prepared for his return.

Dave Urmston c 2018

Beowulf, was called to help Hrothgar to slay the monster Grendel. In an epic struggle, he finally succeeded. Later he was forced also to fight the monster’s mother. Hrothgar’s Hall was called Heorot.

The names with a * are Danish, translated in order as:  Truth; Honesty; Honour and Respect.

Friday, 10 November 2017

My Village School

My Village School

Trottiscliffe School is my school.
My school. It is where I learn
And play. It is really cool.
I have friends here who earn
My respect.  I hope and pray
They will come to know me
As a friend and want to play
Until we go home for tea.

We are a school in a small
Village. We all want to learn
So that we can stand tall
And love learning and earn
Our time to play outside
As we clamber, chase and run
Or sit and gossip and bide

Our time, always having fun.

Dave Urmston c 2017

Thursday, 9 November 2017

The Village School

The Village School

I hear the bell that generations have heard before
And the voices cease their joyful chattering. Outdoor
Play areas become empty as reluctantly,
Little souls drift back to the confines of their classrooms.
The deserted playground: discarded toys, disrupted
Sand, and kitchen ware strewn around. Echoes of playful
Scenes are all that remain of the rumbustious times.

Within the rooms, teachers and their helpers,
Tower above recalcitrant children,
Then stooping to listen, calm is restored.
Order comes from the chaos, but where has
The greater learning taken place?       
Crossed legs beneath tables, anxious       
Faces peer obliquely at numbers;    
Words become meaning, fingers trace
Across page, whilst eyes flit between    
Word and image, the more knowledge    
To absorb by the sponge-brained child.   

At end of day, chatting parents, grandparents  
And others, wait patiently, whilst children don   
Coats. Teachers lead out their class, to offer snippets
Of the day or listen to plaintive welcomes.
Returning to empty classrooms,   the sighing
Staff commence preparations for another
Day when they endeavour to shape the futures

Of those in their care.

Dave Urmston c 2017

Saturday, 30 September 2017

A Kiss


A Kiss

Eyes close as I close in upon
Those red wine lips.
Rosy promise of a divine
Kiss and tell of
The love that I can bring to our
Togetherness.

Talking without speaking our love.
Tongue twisted words,
Passionate embraces that tell
Of a special
Need we share and feel within us:
Blind absorption. 

Surely your kisses cannot lie?
Your love is not
A thing of whetted appetite.
Your kisses mean
All that cannot be told. No words
Can tell me more.


Dave Urmston c 2017

Wednesday, 13 September 2017

Me


Me

Do I know myself?
Am I who I think
I am? A mirror
Image never does
Justice but then what
Tale is to be told
In the face? In each
Moment, I am a
Different person.
Am I merely the
Summation of my
Clouded memories?

What of how others
See me? Can I be
Known better by one
Who simply observes?

Perhaps many things
Make up the real me.
No one is simple
But a rich soup of
Raw ingredients
Each flavouring the

Personality.                                      Dave Urmston c 2017

Tuesday, 29 August 2017

The Hare

THE HARE

Mystical, mythical mammal of twilight
And dawn. Long-legged creature
Whose antics delight.
Nature’s gift to those who linger.

Enigmatic leap-frogging
Player whose very sinew
And nerve is flexed. Seeing
With both fore and aft in view.

Flexible ears signal
And listen for enemies near
And far. Huge eyes the wherewithal
To see what they must fear.

Yet, though wary they may be,
There are few more playful creatures,
Full of life, they leap to see-

Off over-ardent suitors.
Dave Urmston c 2017
Photo: Dave Urmston

Friday, 4 August 2017

July - The Quiet Time

July – The Quiet Time

Where have all the birds gone?
‘A little bit of bread and no cheese,’
Or the occasional greenfinch wheeze.
But that is all said and done.

The larks have departed.
Thrushes become scarce
Birds as a whole are sparse
Even ‘chiff chaff’ is not repeated.

Our garden friends gone away
And only the clapping of pigeon
Offers a smidgeon
Of bird life to brighten our day.

No longer the sparrow’s cheery chatter
Is to be heard on the eaves,
Whilst tail-less magpies leave
Strangely silent, but no matter.

The sun sets without a sound
Whilst the dawn chorus
Is just not there for us.

Not a bird or song to be found. 

Dave Urmston c 2017