Tag John Skelton

The Parrot in the Ring of Chaos

This stanza was written just one day after the event it describes – the Labour Conference vote on campaigning for Remain. That event seemed significant for at least a few hours.

But the following day’s judgement by the Supreme Court was so much more significant and – still finishing this… Continue reading The Parrot in the Ring of Chaos

The Parrot Joins the Circus

Prime Minister Johnson and his gang had lost a succession of important votes the day before this stanza was written. Several prominent and moderate  Tories who had voted against the government and against the possibility of a “No Deal” Brexit, had simply been sacked. Ken Clarke was one of those… Continue reading The Parrot Joins the Circus

Jez, the Phantom Striker

Jeremy Corbyn is apparently an Arsenal supporter. Yesterday’s “Independent” editorial came up with the image of the open goal and Corbyn’s failure to shoot. Thanks for that. The piece ended by taking the image a stage further : if the Arsenal manager had a striker who repeatedly failed to shoot… Continue reading Jez, the Phantom Striker

The Parrot Speaks of Fre-dom

In the fourteenth century, Geoffrey Chaucer introduced Rhyme Royal to English poetry and all these stanzas of mine about Brexit share that long established rhyme scheme. And Chaucer wrote The Canterbury Tales and one of those is “The Franklin’s Tale” which I love. And that’s where this medieval word… Continue reading The Parrot Speaks of Fre-dom

Cage Alight

We in Britain are groping about in a strange country, which just happens to be our own. What next ? Where next ? And what has just occured ? Two days ago, May’s deal was voted down by an enormous margin. Yesterday, she survived (not by that much) a vote… Continue reading Cage Alight

The Gods at War, Following a Murder

May’s “deal” was voted down last night after the heaviest governmental defeat in history. Released from the ghastly, grinding and disgraceful progress of her inadequate deal, are we freer now to resolve things a reparative way, or will the hopeless nonsense of this poisonous issue merely change its shape, and… Continue reading The Gods at War, Following a Murder

Westminster is empty

It is thought that the poet John Skelton wrote his satirical poem “Speak, Parrot” while living in the sanctuary of Westminster. For the medieval laws of sanctuary still operated in England at that time, leaving certain delegated areas under church jurisdiction. It meant that a significant number of people were… Continue reading Westminster is empty

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