Friday, May 6
Knights Of The Night
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Knights of the night
we march in marsh
blight without sight
party most harsh
foul foe on prowl
we meager few
a jowled hound howls
at flanks we hew
thou understand?
we thwart notice
a canny plan
as scythes slice mice
pestilence sowed
we sneaky toads
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Written for One Stop Poetry's Friday Poetically with Brian Miller.
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Whoa! This one contains some well-veiled but seriously violent images. Nice juxtaposition of concepts.
ReplyDeleteNature red in tooth and claw indeed!
ReplyDeleteSounds like an ominous evening! Waiting for the panther and jaguar to pounce, or maybe a sneaky horde of flesh eating beatles lol
ReplyDeleteViolent images, yes, but still done with your own unique,sing-song, style! Again, much enjoyed...seems to be a growing trend here! Great take on the prompt, Matt :)
ReplyDeleteViolent images indeed - but nature is cruel. We just fail to see it. We see it in ourselves.
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
ok i thought it rather fun...as the romp through the night was when young and full of...well ourselves...
ReplyDeleteYour internal rhyme and the whole flow of this poem is so good. Really enjoyed it.
ReplyDeleteGreat flow and rhyme scheme
ReplyDeleteThis incites the imagination
To be sure
Way kool, Matt C. You jived up the old imagination. Thanks for waking me up.
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