From outside the frame

By Parson Thru

Mon, 13 Jul 2020
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England’s favoured sons and daughters

Bring their trophies out to play

 

Solipsistic fun on the river north of York

 

Party! Party!

Making waves

 

No one here to spoil it

No sanctimonious snowflakes

 

That noise you hear: it’s laughter

 

Fragile banks and wildlife remain outside the frame

Or, at best, dead badgers on the roadside

 

Utopia of ignorance

Savannah of the free

 

Where nothing trumps the individual right

And a lamb's only hope is the benevolence of wolves

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Parson Thruses Dairy
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Comments

Submitted by Penny4athought on

That last line was very effective- not to dismiss all your word driven images of ego partying-  well defined. A very strong poem - and I pray those lambs grow muscles.

Penny4athought

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Hi Penny4athought. Thank you for that.

Bit of an angry poem. Not much craft. I toyed with stopping it short of those last lines but I was banging my fist down on the table a bit.

Thanks again. I pray they will, too. Or some sense at least, anyway.

Parson Thru