Xanadu Fun

Several years ago I came across Kalliope’s poetry pages.  They had some great exercises on there and one of them involved changing around some lines to the poem Xanadu.  This is my attempt.

First, the original.

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A hollow haunted wood decree;
Where Alph, the silent river, ran,
Through caverns shadowed deep to man
Down to a sunless sea.
So twice five miles of fetid ground
With sounds half heard were girdled round
And there were gardens lost to sinuous rills
Where never blossomed an incense-bearing tree;
And here were statues ancient as the hills,
Observing darkened spots of scenery.
But oh! that cold and windswept chasm which slanted
Down the dry hill athwart a tall grass cover
A savage place! as dreary and foreboding
As e’er beneath a waning moon was haunted
By woman wailing for her dying lover.

Now, for my unedited silliness.


In Irving-town did Jerry Jones
A stately football stage decree;
Where Troy, the sacred Cowboy, ran,
Through tacklers numberless to man,
Down to a down called three.
One hundred yards of muddy ground
With refs and coaches were girdled round.
And there were women bright with blue and white frills
Where tight shirts shouted a cup-size “A/B”;
And here were zealots ancient as the hills,
Upholding cardboard signs for ABC.
And oh! that dear devoted girlfriend who nourished
Hate of football athwart a smiling cover!
A noble face! as eager and enchanted
As though beneath a rolling tire darn near crushed
Small aardvark waiting for its life soon over!

Copyright 2012 Amy Keeley



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