A Poem by Ken e Bujold

I ravished her, inch by 
inch, a rough-handled scythe 
cutting the unintended 
verdant verbiage, until
late in the evening, only a few 
hardy syllables remained. 
What once untamed, 
now cantered --
a well mannered poem.

Ken e Bujold

© 2022 Ken e Bujold

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Sometimes you just have to show these poems who is boss. Good for you friend. : )

Posted 1 Month Ago

I know precisely what you mean Ken .. but for what it's worth, I entered a local scything competition a few years back .. and came nowhere :)

Posted 2 Months Ago

That rough handled scythe is difficult to handle with any sort of finesse
At least they now know what they could be facing come what may

Posted 2 Months Ago

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Added on November 24, 2022
Last Updated on November 24, 2022


Ken e Bujold
Ken e Bujold

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