THE DRAWN BATTLE

sudarshan

He makes his move and hits the clock,
On my poor Kingside he's got a lock,
Down the file his Queen comes like a truck,
This time I think I'm out of luck.


His  eyes sparkle as he captures my Rook,
He's playing so fast, I think he’s cheating from a book,
He thinks he's got me up a tree ,
Yeah, guess he spotted that mate in three .


My clock is running tick tock, tick tock,
I'm between the hard place and a rock ,
A quick glance at him & I see him grin,
He's ready to chalk up another win.

 

I’m in trouble, I know it,

This mate would be like I am getting hit,
Flag is hanging, it's my move, and yes, I saw it!
Now, it's a draw by perpetual check!

  • Author: SUDARSHAN (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 6th, 2011 04:51
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Users favorite of this poem: Emi, Cheeky Missy
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  • Cheeky Missy

    Sweet!!!! I love it!! Excellent! I'm very glad you won, sort of....perpetual checkmate/draw is at least not a loss, thankfully. I like how you built the tension in the poem for the reader, happily surprising us with the relieving conclusion.



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