For this poem, I tried to emulate “His Coy Mistress” by using the same structure. In addition, I also connected a theme to the topic of time. In this case, I talked about running out of time to watch the TV show, Game of Thrones. I enjoyed using lots of imagery and descriptive words, which is different from my usual writing style.
My poem went as follows:
Had we but world enough and time,
This coyness, Game of Thrones, were no crime.
We would sit down, and think which way
To watch, and pass our long tired day.
Thou by Khal Drogo’s side
Shouldst eggs find; I by the north
Of Lannister would complain. I would
Love the Starks before the red wedding,
And you should, if you please, bend the knee.
My love for HBO should grow
Vaster than empires and more slow;
An hundred years should go to praise
Thine plot, and on thy bloody gaze;
One hour to adore each episode,
But two hours for the last;
Patience at least to every part,
And the last trying should show your heart.
For, Martin, you deserve this state,
Nor would I love at lower rate.
But at my back I always hear
Time’s wingèd chariot hurrying near;
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.
Thy plot shall no more be found;
Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound
My echoing longing; then worms shall try
That long-preserved secret,
And Martin’s honour turned to dust,
And into ashes all my questions;
The grave’s a fine and private place,
But none, I think, do there watch TV.
Now therefore, while the youthful hue
Sits on thy skin like morning dew,
And while thy willing soul transpires
At every pore with instant fires,
Now let us watch us while we may,
And now, like hungry hyenas,
Rather at once our time devour
Than languish in his slow-chapped power.
Let us sit all our strength and all
Our anticipation up into one ball,
And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Through the twists and turns:
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will chase the throne.