Downton Abbey-hearts

PAD challenge day 17: write a pop-culture poem

Tea sipped from fine china will not take us there

Yet we curl up in England from our easy chairs

With servants, gowns and hats though liberation

Sneers now at stiffness of such tradition

We become Mary, Anna, Cora,  Lady Grantham

Because somewhere within us we understand them

We are not familiar with much of the ado

But ah, we know a Miss O’Brien or two

And the snobbery of royalty still thrives

Lust, love, greed, grief; these are life

And we, blue jean princesses could well wear their names

Because human emotion is ever the same

 

So we sip our tea, love our ‘Bransons’ and ‘Bates’

Call our castles home, search for soul-mates

For we are all Crawleys; rich, poor, in-between

Tested with love and loss on living’s green

Centuries pass; old fashions seem strange

Yet, those things of the heart never really change

© Janet Martin