Off the Isle of Hendiadys

Gold cherry

By Ewan

Sat, 08 Apr 2017
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Sick and tired, cold and wet,

poor and hungry, feared and other,

lost and beaten, old and weak,

young and helpless, wife and mother.

 

Slave and migrant, mazed and lost,

loathed and unwanted, shy and befuddled,

thief and doctor, sinner and saint,

lone and abandoned, massed and huddled.

 

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Poem
Days Like These
Miscellaneous

Comments

Submitted by Parson Thru on

I sense frustration. Nicely put, Ewan.

Parson Thru

Submitted by Ewan on

...that the world is still so primitive. Only the weapons are more sophisticated. The human cost remains the same, if not in deaths, in ruined lives.

Phew, thanks for reading and commenting.

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Submitted by Parson Thru on

I owe you an apology, Ewan. And Claudine a debt. That went right over my head. Lowbrow, obviously. It's always nice to learn.

Parson Thru

Submitted by Ewan on

nice to learn, as I did about this word only a week ago. One of Shakespeare's favourite rhetorical devices, apparently.  

Cheers!

Ewan

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Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

Had to google. Very nicely done!

 

Submitted by Ewan on

made a minor edit.

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Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

This is such a clever idea - simple, but makes a big impact. It's our Facebook and Twitter Pick of the Day.

Please share/retweet if you like it

 

Submitted by airyfairy on

I'd never heard of this before, and this poem is beautifully done.  The rhythm is perfect for the subject matter.  The collective banging of all our heads against the walls.