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A Bronze Mule (Free verse) by Dovina

Many tactics women try when taunted by their rivals. I’ll not bore with curses, bribery, gunshots, poison, which others might employ, but only mention that, humbled by competitors, I asked him how to win. He said, with little hesitation, unmoved by penitent stance, as a king to a concubine, “Nothing I can think of.” I, like a bronze mule, pedestaled alone in the public square, was gradually, deliberately joined by competing statues— glamour-warriors, beautiful and brave, lifted there and vying for favors from the king. Among them no washer-woman, Rosie-the-riveter, Autocad programmer, none old and skilled in sex. They can stay, if they desire, honored there in bronze, but I have a row to plow and a poem to plan about a lover and a worker and a naïve faith.

Ranger 19-Apr-06/7:14 AM
Good stuff, although it sounds like you limited your market research to one slightly clueless chap. And grace in defeat means that you may feel humble, but never humiliated. Only suggestion is that in the final stanza, put another task after 'row to plow' - makes it fit with the rule of three. Other than that, good story.




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