Defeat As a Mere Figure of Speech
I'm running out of adjectives tonight,
Recklessly challenging the castle walls
With pigments, figments, budgerigar calls,
And trebuchets, despite a line of sight
That's hampered by inadequate time, light,
And clarity of vision, with snow squalls
Beginning just past six, and as night falls
I stare blankly. I may give up the fight.
A drifting overlay of flake-dry snow,
Our outpost covered, isolated, stark
In deepest gloom, a ripening, fell dark,
Compounded by dim dread of what we know
About our awkward trebuchet's weak throw
Keeps us from hitting our intended mark.
Recklessly challenging the castle walls
With pigments, figments, budgerigar calls,
And trebuchets, despite a line of sight
That's hampered by inadequate time, light,
And clarity of vision, with snow squalls
Beginning just past six, and as night falls
I stare blankly. I may give up the fight.
A drifting overlay of flake-dry snow,
Our outpost covered, isolated, stark
In deepest gloom, a ripening, fell dark,
Compounded by dim dread of what we know
About our awkward trebuchet's weak throw
Keeps us from hitting our intended mark.
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home