Free verse № 142490
A Bronze Mule
Many tactics women try
when taunted by their rivals.
Iâll 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,
âNothing I can think of.â
I, like a bronze mule,
pedestaled alone in the public square,
was gradually, deliberately joined by
competing statuesâ
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.
13 comments
I'd ask how many women you've had, but the impression I've got is that the text box isn't nearly big enough...
Awww, now that it was layed out on a plate for me, thanks Dovina, but I promise I didn't make sure it was broken down before I read, I read first. I picked up on the scene in itself all right...all except the personal issue. I'm sorry, not to be mistaken for pity or such - I see the literary beauty that came out of those sorrows, easier said than gone through I know.
*Clever theme you chose & quite appropriate in time-line sense for this metaphorical statue of a poem, but...
*Not too crazy about the line breaks; I found quite a few to be a bit random & off-guard at times.
Turning a cut stone into a diamond...cheers...
~Sunny
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