For Peter Porter, Perhaps?
An elegy – maybe!
my desks calendar phrase will you shog off.
Henry V, St George, he, and Shakespeare
With their bleeding of colour and culture
Into the new unbound country
and another different domain
And now we know and now we know.
In this prickly state of familiarity.
As any pairing begins with an inward
hostility leading to Parnassus that another country;
of lustre green. And passions puce drips
along the veins muses through poets to you and me…
until his voice is heard no longer, now he has shogged off!