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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