Thursday, 20 April 2017
poetry 2017 /071
Today, I challenge you to write a poem that incorporates the vocabulary and imagery of a specific sport or game. Your poem could invoke chess or baseball, hopscotch or canasta, Monopoly or jai alai. The choice is yours!
Powers and Perils
Merry, we travel the land
avoiding goblins, Bards we have,
with skills of singing and music making;
crafting stories of gods and men,
elves and creatures of the dark.
A magician, too, travels apace--
an illusionist who deals with the knots
and ribbons of a man's mind; an
engineer, crafting energy into light
and bare earth into money-making roads.
Merry, we travel the land,
accosted by trolls and goblins,
beset by traps and unscrupulous mayors,
Telplars of an angry god preaching death.
We pass them by, and wish them well,
these sirens of a secular night
who seek our death in dungeon dark
while those in light face flame and foe.
Merry, we walk the land
we demons of the Queerest sort;
our blunted swords of liberal hope
and rainbow shields chipped and nocked
against the tide of evil Right
and commonplace complacency.
We walk the land.