A Few Good Men

I once knew a few good men,
held together like spokes on a bicycle wheel,

Back when my grandfather walked,
miles both ways, uphill and in the snow.

They stood,
with their hands tucked in coat pockets.

When chivalry fell,
one brick at a time.

They watched me gracefully
try on a dress my mother hemmed at the knee.

Which one would gently slip off,
from around my shoulders.

Back when lies were set in stone,
and worn around necks like jewelry.

Author's Note

Take it how you need to.

Reviews

[Liza]

the imagery paints an interesting expression of the triggers from men that surround your physical atmosphere - the beauty that unsettles men from a youthful woman's shell that is a delicate and attractive flower but her heart is protected/guarded and almost encased it seems to not tempt.

[John Jackson (El Juero)]

Intricate, and simple at the same time. Your ending lines twist, like a blade in the gut.

Excellente!

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

Your thoughts always seem to hit me like a bull in a china shop.
This entire poem could be quoted for truth.

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

I took it like a sword in the side~ but one that leaves a clean wound~

[Ed Hart]

your poems go off like hand grenades

[WynterPhoenix]

"When chivalry fell,
one brick at a time."

An amazing read. Thank you for sharing.