Arts and Culture, Poetry

National Poetry Day – A Favoured Poem

Assembly-resources-NPD-2015-LIGHT-.pdf

I love that it is National Poetry Day today. I think poetry is such an accessible form of writing and a great way to be a little bit creative and let off some steam/emotions/joy in a few lines, verses or hell even an epic!

I adore writing poetry but I have felt creatively blocked for quite some time recently, I think life, work and other personal pressures have stunted my creative side a little. I need to reconnect with myself and my inner creative again – it would probably help ease my stress levels.

The topic is a great one, there are so many ways to express light through words. No flash (yes, it was intentional) of inspiration has yet hit me but I am hoping to share something this week.

But for National Poetry Day, and in tenuous keeping with the theme, here is one of my favourite poems:

Charge of the Light Brigade (1854)
Alfred, Lord Tennyson

I
Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
   Rode the six hundred.
“Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns!” he said.
Into the valley of Death
   Rode the six hundred.

II

“Forward, the Light Brigade!”
Was there a man dismayed?
Not though the soldier knew
   Someone had blundered.
   Theirs not to make reply,
   Theirs not to reason why,
   Theirs but to do and die.
   Into the valley of Death
   Rode the six hundred.

III

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
   Volleyed and thundered;
Stormed at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of hell
   Rode the six hundred.

IV

Flashed all their sabres bare,
Flashed as they turned in air
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while
   All the world wondered.
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right through the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reeled from the sabre stroke
   Shattered and sundered.
Then they rode back, but not
   Not the six hundred.

V

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
   Volleyed and thundered;
Stormed at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell.
They that had fought so well
Came through the jaws of Death,
Back from the mouth of hell,
All that was left of them,
   Left of six hundred.

VI

When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
   All the world wondered.
Honour the charge they made!
Honour the Light Brigade,
   Noble six hundred!
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