Less of the Fist
Every now and then
There were times
When the fist
Felt more like a feather
When the lure of it
Compelled with
The force
And the pull of both
Still and stormy
Water …
Cooler and smoother
Than silk
But rougher than leather
Oh yes …
He could be an angel, or
He could be a devil
While
In the meantime
She was just
Some peasant farmers
Daughter ..
Caught in a moment
And saved
For forever in an old
Sepia photograph
From a long ago yesterday …
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A fine write N.
thank you Steven ...
Cooeee! Seen any 'e'ermores' about?! (Do shut up Orchi. lol).
Those sepia images could tell touching stories if they could but talk -- raised fists would try to keep sitters still when portraits were taken in days of yore........ or maybe the poem exposed cruel abuse - - either way reading your use of intrigue beguiles your truly...........x
I have often thought the very same thing ...
........................................................................ this one is very much about abuse
...................................................................................................................................thank you Fay
.......................................................................................................................................................... x
Can never understand why the fist is used in any loving relationship.
Andy
............... Me neither ... but it does & all too often .. cheers GF60 ........
Neville
Hi Neville - sent a copy of this entry off to Bletchley Park to let the wonderkinds there have a perfunctory at it - hope you don't mind.
Arrogance power and a touch of sadism also embodied there - nicely; terrible to contemplate.
............... honoured I'm sure ........... cheers n all that jazz sir .. if you get a refund, do let yours truly know ...
Neville
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