My unsheathed sword is dulled
with gelatinous gruel
I smile slowly
I'm a survivor
I've wrought woeful horror
on unsuspecting neighbour
I smile cruely
I'm a lover
If I was the Knight-in-armor
with battles brought before kings
The rose-tint of history
would excuse these things
But I'm not
I'm a modern barbarian
and ours is the fury
that shall not speak it's name
for the want of salvation
Comments
hi Ells
Good write - I can feel the power it exudes...
Suggestion -
2nd stanza - perhaps another word for 'lovingly'?
Its very close to 'lover' on the next line
The likeness of the words spoilt it a little, for me at least
lovely to see you again
love judy
xxx
Ells
Great to have you back, hope you will stay and walk with us we have journey's to do, good write see more of your writes later,
Yours Ian..
Hi Betty
I liked it
Regards,
You are one of my favourites.
Your poetry has grown by leaps and bounds.
I have a silly request. When I got my librarianship diploma I called it my "License To Shhh", I don't suppose you could incorporate it somewhere? [grins]
Excellent.
Of course you mentioned "sword" which was cheating. You had me after that.
Re. As per 'Ours Is the Fury'
Mrs. Ellie has one of the rarest qualities in all literature, and it’s a great shame that the word for it has been thoroughly debased by the cosmetic racketeers, so that one is almost ashamed to use it to describe a real distinction. Nevertheless, the word is charm — charm as Keats would have used it. Who else has it today? It’s not a matter of pretty writing or clear style. It’s a kind of subdued magic, controlled and exquisite, the sort of thing you get from good string quartettes.