The mendicant of wormy applewood
trudges on through the stoney hinterlands
holding her intestines in her bare hands.
Riddled with maggots
begotten by the artisan
who envisioned her
as the weary, weather beaten saint
who would one day make it to the Louvre.
A contest entry
- "Death Magnetic" by sheltered.
700 points, ended December 11, 2008, 3 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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just wow...
and i know what it is to put this much in so few words
excellent
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Metallica inspired greatness
You've taken the song, "Broken, beat and scarred", and made it your own. Every line is well thought out and not wasted, imagery I cannot fault, yes you've done well with this write. Good luck when the judging begins
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Very powerful imagery. This has a very potent economy of style with poignant conclusion.
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Well done. I can picture this - an ancient wooden icon held high over a procession in some old town in Europe.
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