failure's last stand

Gold cherry
Poem of the week

By Esmerelda-O

Thu, 21 Jan 2016
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6 comments
 

outside

collapsed walls

wolves with cracking limbs

make a wreath.

they leave blood-flecked spit

on the earth around

pathetic defences.

I sit with my back 

against cold stone.

I will choose

when to throw

my bones to these beasts.

I will have that victory.

 

Certificate U
Poem
Miscellaneous
Autobiography

Comments

Submitted by VeraClark on

Fighting talk. The lure of wolves and a call for the wild. Good to read you, Esmerelda.

 

Submitted by rainingalloverthesky on

Powerful words there!

-pklg-

Submitted by maisie on

I enjoyed!  thanks  laugh

maisie angel Guess what?  I'm still alive!

Submitted by london_calling79 on

A small pyrrhic victory but a victory nonetheless. You take the self pity from misery and leave diamond studded aches and adjectives.

 

Submitted by tcook on

I like this very much. It's plain and straight forward - and yet paints a brilliant picture in your head and sums up a human condition. Clever and sharp.

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Submitted by Philip Sidney on

I love the visceral language and the spirit of survival.  Lots said in a few well-placed words.