Sunday, April 14, 2019

POEM ~ Game of Fences ~ 15 Apr 2019


Game of Fences


Years went by
a daily drudge
digging holes
for posts
no bludge

The farmer hard
whip on back
dawn to dusk
a fencer's lot
life's evil stack

One frozen morn
wire snapped
whipped hard
clipped head
one eyed Jack

Something snapped
farmer vanished
never seen
ever again
years crashed

Decades later
posts rotted
dig out holes
new poles
strange sight spotted

A skeletal hand
struck with the bar
pulled up in the air
and stared at
like a star

The constable came
who knew of a rumour
had another post dug
and found the head
a rather grim humour

One eyed Jack
years of abuses
snapped like a wire
cut up the boss
buried the pieces

Bits down a hole
the fencer's revenge
ending the tyranny
a game of fences
the farmer's end

Ancient in years
old people's home
one eyed Jack
read the news
cackled alone


Jaqi
Bluh

Monday
15
April
2019


NOTE ~   Fencing is a hard game, toughening the hands from digging holes for posts, and shedding blood when wire cuts and slashes. A farmer expecting more than a fencer can give, could end in strange places. 



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