Whatever Happened To Once-Upon-A-Time?
Regular readers will know that I am often revising earlier poems, usually only slightly, but sometimes more drastically even when the original has already appeared in one or more poetry publications. Why? I suspect that, years on, I am quite simply looking at the same poem/s and their theme/s from a different perspective; it is not necessarily a criticism of the earlier version.
The first version of this poem was written in 1996. It had already appeared in Thoughts from the Pen, Book Mark (1997), Meridian Poetry Magazine (1998) and Visions of the Mind, Spotlight Poets [Forward Press] (1998) before I included it in my first major collection in 2001. The second version is a revision with which I have been toying only recently.
So which version do you prefer?
Ah, but the sheer escapism of my childhood continues to see me though the harsher aspects of reality. So much for growing up...
(1) WHATEVER HAPPENED TO ONCE-UPON-A-TIME?
Fairies in the garden,
dragons in the sky;
Shadowy mists of Avalon
risen high;
Poetry and heroes,
legends in their prime
come to rescue us from
the terrors of bed-time;
All gone, kids grown,
and who's passing on
secrets of protection
to a generation
that prefers computer games
or, better still,
copycat storylines
from Pandora's Box?
Issues of the day, strategy
in a ratings war. Peter Pan
shot down over Walford;
Beasties under the bed
breaking out like chicken-pox
on a child's face
And no hiding place
[From: Love And Human Remains by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2001]
(2) WHATEVER HAPPENED TO ONCE-UPON-A-TIME?
Fairies in the garden, dragons in the sky;
shadowy mists of Avalon risen high;
Home, some dark cave in a far distant time;
poetry and heroes, legends in their prime,
come to rescue us from the terrors of bed-time;
All gone, kids grown, and who's passing on
hard hat protection to a generation
that prefers computer games, copycat story-lines
from Pandora's Box?
Issues of the day, strategy in a ratings war
(Peter Pan shot down over Walford);
Beasties under the bed, busy breaking out
like chicken-pox on a child's face
And no hiding place...
Copyright R. N. Taber 1997; 2011
[Note: Walford is a fictional London Borough in a long-running BBC soap opera called Eastenders.]
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