In response to A Red, Red Rose, by Robert Burns.
O my God, to bed with thee, ye sot!
What’s gotten into you?
O a rose is it that I am?
More likely said in brew.
Which lass court you in whiskey cups
That call ye rose as such?
Ah, weel, Bill plied thee with drink
Till a’ your brains slosh much.
Till a’ your brains slosh much, old fool
And your clothes reek wi’ the smoke!
I cart off ye here, old fool
With the stench o’ pub and bloke.
And you sleep while I’m off to pub
Before the closing bell!
May be I’ll home again ‘fore dawn
Or off with some gentle swell!
Posted to dVerse Poetry Pub, Meeting the Bar. The prompt is “Response Poetry.” Write a response to a well-known poem, “I have recently been rereading How to Read a Poem and Fall in Love with Poetry by Edward Hirsch. In the first chapter Hirsch talks about the relationship between the poet (writer) and the reader. He refers to it as being a form of communication between two strangers, often across time, space and cultures. This triggered for me that moment in a literature class when I first read Christopher Marlowe’s famous The Passionate Shepherd to His Love and the response, A Nymph’s Reply to the Shepherd, written by Sir Walter Ralegh a few years later. These two poems take the communication between writer and reader a step further because Ralegh’s poem is in direct reply to Marlowe’s poem.
“Both poems are from Poetry Foundation
“The challenge is to write a poem that is a direct reply to another poem. While Ralegh kept Marlowe’s form and meter, it would certainly not be necessary to do that. I encourage you, however, to test your poetic limits by mirroring the form of the original poem. You may also choose to take the challenge to another level by writing two poems in which you respond to an original poem of your own. You may go humorous or serious, ironic or sardonic, but whatever direction you choose, have fun with it and raise your personal writing bar to new heights!
“As always, take care to credit the original poem that you are responding to with a source or link that we may continue to protect the work and rights of all artists.
“Is there a poem that you have always wanted to respond or reply to? Now is your chance!”
Also posted to imaginary garden with real toads.
Fabulous how you took this ‘love’ poem and turned it around in the wife’s response – so much delightful reality here! I cheer for her final words of putting him to bed and going off to the pub herself. I think the greater challenge is how you managed the language and dialect so well. Great write, Charley!
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Well, there is a touch of the Scots in my blood. I just found it too tempting to not hear her side of it! I’m glad it worked as well as it did.
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I’ll ne’er read Burns the same way agin, my fine fellow.
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As it should be!
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Your wife’s response made me chuckle – very Scottish! Have you been reading and/or watching Outlander on the quiet, Charley? 🙂
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I grew up reading Stevenson, Burns and of late, Scott. …and listening to, and laughing at Billy Connolly. I’m glad you enjoyed it, Kim!
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Ha.. I can really see this playing out… would like to hear you doing this in true Scottish accent. Love poems are hard to do, and the image of the rose for love has become a bit sappy over time.
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I’m afraid if I tried to do this particular voice it would come out sounding something between John Cleese/Eric Idle in drag, and Glen Close… not in drag. I can do a passable (for an American) Scottish brogue, but that comes from reading the literature as a child and reading it aloud. I’m a passable mimic.
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This is glorious. I think Rabbie would appreciate it. You should reblog this next Thursday for maximum impact…I love the down to earth response, and I can smell the whiskey.
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Woo, and the smoke! 🙂 Thank you! I will consider it.
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Love the hilarious and funny response, mirroring the form and style of the original form Charley!
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Thank you, Grace!
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Ahahaha! Great.
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Thank you! Are you going to give it a go?
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Up now…
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On my way
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I’m also glad you gave her voice. So she went off to pub and left her sotted hubby home. Good for her. Just love it.
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I’m so glad! Good to see you again; it’s been awhile.
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You too Charley.
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Ah, none of that! None of your begging or “by your leave!” Let the best wench rhyme win! (cue maniacal laughter)
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That might be the last time he calls her a red rose. But then he only needs to write the poem once.
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Then again, maybe Rose was behind the bar….
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I’m not gonna lie, you had me cry-laughing from the first line. I know this poem really well and this response was perfect. I would shake your hand if that were possible. And I could hear the accent! Brilliant!
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Hahaha, as sassy as you’d expect an 18th century Scottish lass to be. I was looking forward to your response after reading the Burns. Somehow I thought you might switch it up from sappy to sassy. Well done, Charley! An enjoyable read.
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Thank you! I don’t do sappy well. …actually, I haven’t tried. I’m not certain what would come out. Glad you enjoyed it!
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You post made me smile! Sounds like a pub in Dublin!! The brain slosh much!! Nice touch!
Dwight
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Now that’s high praise! I’ve never been to the Isles… time’s a comin’!
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Aye, Laddie, you’ve got the Scottish touch…fun and funny!
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Thank you!
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Wow, great! You pulled the truth out of all his lies!
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Well, not all of his lies! 🙂 Thank you. Glad you appreciate comeuppance… even when it’s too long in the making.
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Well played, Charley! Well played! 🙂
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Thank you! I read his poem until I saw her… waiting at the door, hands on hips.
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Good for her! I could see and smell this poem. You captured the language beautifully.
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Thank you! I hope it plays well in Scotland.
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humorous poems are so difficult to write but so easy to fall in love with. so very witty of you to give the wife a loud strong voice and let her have her fun too.
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A canny lassie she is and he has more than met his match. Fabulously penned.
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Thank you! I’ve been holding my breath, lest angry Scots swarm my battlements, demanding my head. I enjoyed writing this, and am glad you found it enjoyable.
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And what a retort! Wonderful!
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Thank you!
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I love me some Rabbie – but it’s true he was a womaniser and a sot, and Jean had a lot to put up with. I adore the forthrightness and pragmatism you have given her, and well imagine she might have needed that in reality.
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Bwahahahahaha!!💞 Oh gosh I can’t tell you how much I enjoyed this (I read it thrice) I would love to hear you read this out loud! 🙂
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I did it for my wife (think John Cleese or Eric Idle – Monty Python – in drag), had hear crying with laughter. Glad you enjoyed it.
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Such wonderful, spirited dialogue, a witty response!
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I love the wife’s response. I have Irish in my roots and my grandfather had a love for the bottle. It wasn’t a pretty tale, but it taught my aunt how to deal with her alcoholic husband. One night after he came in drunk she sewed him into the bed sheets and reinforced the commandment he was never to come in that way again by applying a frying pan punishment to numerous parts of his body. It was rather cruel, but he quit drinking. 🙂
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SMiLes mY FriEnd
to be ‘the’ only
Man
Drunk
on God
And the rest
of the Bar
Maids
toasted on
BReaD oF LiFE Crazy..
anYWay.. typical Thursday
NiGHT for little old FReED me..
MiNd me not hehe.. JusT CeLeBRaTinG
LiFE aS iT’s TRuE tHeRE are no BaRS on ‘the’
oTHeR PlanEts as faR aS ET’s SeE oN EarTH..
not
to be..
NoW WiTH
SHaKeS BarE..;)
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Hilarious! Didn’t see that coming. A deadly slap in the face to sober up from the naughty fantasy.
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Thank you! I just heard her voice as plain as day. What she gets for marrying such a one as he.
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