No Title ?

By The Talisman

Wed, 07 Nov 2012
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No Title ?

Fair of face
And wide of thigh
The wizened lady
Passes by

Crusty of beard
With revolving tie
The drunken clown
Stumbles by

A churlish man
No airs or grace
Strides with force
An abandoned face

A whimsical lady
No time to race
Thinks folly to all
Who live at pace

A woman of force
Though, timid she be
Bound up through love
And weak of knee

A lone man
Writing for all to see
His mind stretched out
To absurdity.

Certificate U
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Comments

Submitted by The Talisman on
This was another poem that I challenged myself to write within five minutes. A night at the pub will do that to you.

Submitted by maggyvaneijk on
I can't believe you wrote this in five minutes and in a pub. Love the witchy spell-like feel of it and that last stanza is really great.

 

Submitted by maggyvaneijk on
Give it a title though! It deserves one :)

 

Submitted by Highhat on
Nice people observations TT- very good for a 5 min. poem ;)Pia