Gloves off

By Louise178

Wed, 22 Aug 2012
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We're in a boxing ring ding dong
the ref pulls us apart as punches
high low quick slow they are flying
stinging flying hard and fast

Round one is where it all began
loudly bells fill the summer air
a church spire climbs the sky
romantic vows loving lasting looks

Round two already both looking
for those killer punches the killer blow
the crowd cheers loudly they clap
at the surreal foolishness of us

Round three it's not just you
it's me another one came along
another left hook you are
laying devasted on the floor

Round four you get up
fighting back the points
well they start to go your way
I stagger legs wobbily I sway

Round five well I throw in the towel
had enough battered and bruised
you win I get out of the ring
and I want to finish this poem

So we are in a boxing ring ding dong
just be careful what you say
cos those words they hurt they sting
but I am not getting out of this ring x

Certificate U
Paper Basket Poetry
Humour

Comments

Submitted by Sooz006 on
Round two already both looking for those killer punches the killer blow... lovely. I'm not sure about the [well]s, they stuck out for me and read clumsily. and I want to finish this poem... not sure about the author intrusion here ... unless this is all about writing in which case it's fine. Which leads me to the point. I thought it was all about a marriage and the way tow people slowly hurt each other until the love is gone ... but at the same time it also read as though it was about being harshly ctitiqued in your writing. I liked the either/or interpretation. Nice one.

 

Submitted by Louise178 on
Ooooer nice one guv !!

Louise