I’ve watched this place from afar
But standing there was bizarre
An almost surreal experience
Once secretive, quite mysterious
But now I was standing there
With fellow citizens to share
The magnificence of Nash’s splendour
Breathing in the history, a surrender
To the pomp and ceremony
Which stand firm a testimony
To our country’s Royal lineage
Paraded on such a glorious stage
Rembrandts Canalettos and Rubens
Previous monarchs immense contributions
To the Royal collection there on show
Priceless pieces of art to bestow
But this is not a stuffy museum
A rotting place, a mausoleum
But the beating heart of our nation
Embracing the traditions of this generation
And every generation beforehand
Some may not agree I understand
The value gained from the royal family
But here on that day the real fantasy
Lived out by all those present, wide eyed
Could not help to have a warm feeling inside
Oh how I wanted to dream and reminisce
That day in the State Room of Buckingham Palace.
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Author:
The Retired Bloke (
Offline) - Published: September 14th, 2018 02:29
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem was written following a visit to the Buckingham Palace State rooms this week. Seeing so many rooms and locations, that have been so historic and are still being used as they were intended, felt very moving.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
I have only seen the Palace from the outside, it must be wonderful to be able t see it inside.
The State Rooms are opened to the public during the summer for about 10 weeks. They were simply stunning. Much grander than I imagined.
A fine write Retired. Me too - only seen the outside.
One place I will never go is Beckingham Palace (the Beckhams) as it's called.
Thank you. Me too!
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