Prose Poem for the Royal Wedding of the 21st Century

(Prose Poem for the Royal Wedding of the 21st Century)

This Royal Wedding emboldens the Monarchy, which shall endure for evermore. Fate says so. Prince William has the will carved in his name and DNA. The stars and twinkle of the goddess Britannia, the one and only one, Princess Diana. Leaves an enduring halo on Prince William's forehead, and his crown. The Monarchy is alive and well; monarchy haters' torches have burnt out, no oil or gas, they just self-destruct. Anarchy finds no feathered bed in democracy. This Royal Wedding of the 21st Century is a blessing in disguise in all important ways. Behold! It springs young sprouts in a world where autumn leaves blow toxic air all about. Wedding springs young sprouts with crowning optimism sustaining smiles here, there and everywhere about; reeling from disasters natural and manmade and the media in your face 24/7 feeding Halloween stories day in day out; their devastating images of earthquakes worldwide, tsunamis, nuclear disasters, greed of liars everywhere and tyrants wantonly slaughtering their people whose only desire is for freedom and better way of life; and if that is not enough, a global recession, mountains of debt at both the micro and macro levels adding insult to injury with catastrophic proportion. What the whole world needs right now are positive images and that's what the Royal Wedding of the Century is all about and a Prince with wholesome genes growing his queen from a bridal trough. Prince William, son of the dearly beloved Princess Diana in his wisdom realized that his marrying now, not later down the road, could be, the ace, to drive any economy back to life and put the doldrums in a lock down place; bringing joy and smiles once more on a world of faces warped by sackcloth and ashes, for crying out loud. By golly, Prince William was right; people are happy and smiling worldwide. The euphoria for Princess Diana, the most beautiful, loving and down-to-earth member of the British Royal tree is back through Prince William her first son. This Royal wedding has brought back not only smiles on faces and media rejoices with beautiful images of pomp and pageantry 24/7 and Princess Diana is back in town, the crowd spell bound. Princess Diana speaks to the world through her most beloved and adorable sons, Prince William and Prince Harry. Off to the Royal Wedding we all must go to Westminster Abbey on TV. I can't wait to cozy up to my TV and watch the pomp and pageantry the hallmark of the Brits where an authentic British Monarchy rules the waves of Parliamentary democracy, and I make no apology for saying that. Long live the British Monarchy, God bless the Queen and all her household. Congratulations to Prince William and Kate Middleton on this their Wedding Day and I wish them a happy and long married life. Wait I must for the next big celebration, in the very near future, the coronation of Princess Diana's son, Prince William. No offense to Her Royal Highness, Queen Elizabeth II, but Prince William has the characteristics to dress the British Monarchy in "brand new clothes" in this 21st Century and hold on tightly the reins of his domestic happiness. A modern King, active duty in military, tweeting face book pages, the King of England and the Commonwealth. King George VI did just that supposedly at a time when threads in the British Monarchy began to fray, humbly speaking my democratic opinion. A new King of England and the Commonwealth sounds good to me ears.

© Paterika Hengreaves
April 25, 2011/St James, Barbados


Note on Prose Poem

This style is characterized with rhythmic, aural and syntactic repetition; compression of thought; sustained intensity and patterned structure but is set on the page in a continuous sequence of sentences as in prose without line breaks.

In prose poetry, the line is not treated as a formal unit, nor does it employ the repetitive patterns of rhythm or meter associated with the many forms of poetic expression. The cadence or rhythmical prose (Prose Poetry) is not reestablished but emerges from the rhythm of thought.