Duelling Poets Poem by Paul Brookes
Duelling Poets
bitter lemons
sour lines
tears shed in anger
fustian bleak.
thunder words,
lightening strikes.
cracking whips
strips metaphoric skin
shaking their paper tigers
across blistered pages
two old scribblers
spilling ink
scabbed wounds
reopened in blazing salvos
pens at dawn
still there can is no winner.
Saturday, October 10, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: anger,poets
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
On a feud of two poets of my acquaintance.
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