 |
| My Wedgwood Bone China - pattern Lichfield |
We've graced Queen Charlotte's table,
our Lichfield, Bednar's, with our wreath
of beauteous blooms which grace field and vale
beneath village spires; a namesake
heralding back (perhaps) to Diocletian,
300 AD and the death of 1000 Christians,
or perhaps spun off from Roman's junction
of Rykniild and Watling, fifth century village of Wall,
where families worked, rested,
worshipped and fed,
fair game for enemies Henry VIII and Mary I,
Parliament and the Royalists...
and around this table of the 21st century,
where politics and religion are still assailed,
(or shall we say "discussed"?)
no heretics accused, no wars resumed,
no consequences demanding
a burning at the stake; only perhaps
a bit of indigestion now and again
from our wreath of beauteous Lichfield blooms.
by Margaret Bednar, April 2, 2019
This is linked with the challenge at "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - The Tuesday Platform - an inanimate's voice"
Also linked with "NaPoWriMo" - National Poetry Month, a celebration of poetry which takes place each April, was introduced in 1996 and is organized by the Academy of American Poets as a way to increase awareness and appreciation of poetry in the United States.
