He kept coming back
That was his only skill
Respect is not something you can possibly
be born with. The children of
kings and lords
should know this
but most don't
Though this kid who kept coming back
he was no one's son
A vagabond
His body bony in all places
no meat
under the skin
A skin that had all the colors
from pale to yellow to blue to
crimson to pitch black
dirty
scarred
sore
and something that looked
like bone peeking out of tissue
He got beat up every time he came to the
fighting pit behind the tavern
Never won a fight against
those well-fed, bulky sons of farmers
and blacksmiths and butchers
with puffy arms and wide napes
They fought mostly for respect
and the money was a side prize
But the bony boy
came only for the money
and he never got any
But he never begged in the marketplace either
The bony boy had
a pride about him
a pride that never left until the day
he could no longer stand in the fighting pit
after that fatal blow
It wasn't even that much of a strong hit
but his neck was so weak
it snapped
And they gathered in a circle
around him
mute
and stared
stared until their backs felt brushed,
shoved to the side by a pair of
hands weaker even than the bony boy's
Softer
"That's his little sister,"
someone said as they all moved
aside and let her reach the
bony boy,
crying
"So it's her that he fought for
all this time."
"Yes."
"And he kept coming back
every time."
"Yes."
"Insane."
"Wah, respect for the little guy."
"You know what, boys,
I think we should do it.
Give the little girl the prize money."
"Yeah."
"Though this ain't no fantasy land
and no poem.
So, no poem, no poetic justice.
We'll give the girl the prize money alright,
but she'll have to earn it.
Hopefully doing a better job than
her brother."
"Yeah, girl, just like your brother,
come back every time you need money.
Unlike him
you'll get it.
You really will."
"Right, now off with those
rags and let your fight begin.
I'll go first."
Ouch!
To put it in a mathematical way: good to the power o “n”, with “n” being as great a number as you may think of. I agree with Michele’s comment up here: yours is a unique edgy touch for poetry.
But you know how it is, too many love poems make readers think poetry is all about sunshine and rainbows. You need to throw in a darker shade from time to time (͡ ° ͜ʖ ͡ °)
I feel like this is telling us the truth of something, but its hiding behind a curtain. And every time we go to read it again, it’ll start to fade each time we think we’ve got it. My gosh, this is such good poetry, for being able to accomplish that effect 👌🏽
Whoa! Unflinching poem!
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ヾ(⌐■_■)ノ Thank you
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Wow, really like it ❤️
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༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ Thank you, Silent Poetry
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So very welcome 🌹
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Whoa! Cruel!
…..good though!
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Glad you enjoyed it (^‿^)
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That story is staying with me. Thank you storyteller poet
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{\__/}
( • . •)
/>you’re welcome
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Brutal…..
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Still not as brutal as real life though (̿▀̿ ̿Ĺ̯̿̿▀̿ ̿)̄
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Disturbing, as life is sometimes. You do have a unique edgy poetic voice.
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Oh, thanks (◉ܫ◉)
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Ouch!
To put it in a mathematical way: good to the power o “n”, with “n” being as great a number as you may think of. I agree with Michele’s comment up here: yours is a unique edgy touch for poetry.
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Oh, thank you, Jorge 🙂
Much appreciated
( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)՞o==}::::::::::::>POETRY
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That was really good. Gut-wrenching. This poem will stay with me a long time.
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Thank you (^_^)
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Hmmm. Why is my chest heavy after reading this?
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Well, you make me feel, to say the least.
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(\____/)
( ͡ ͡° ͜ ʖ ͡ ͡°)
\╭☞ \╭☞ Then my work here is done. Thank you for your patronage 🙂
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Life maybe cruel but some human beings make it more so.
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That’s… so true o(╥﹏╥)o
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Really huh
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And several years later, the kid grew up, beating every boys in the town. She’s not looking for revenge, because shes done.
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Brilliant!
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Ow, thanks ヾ(•ω•`)o
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I just wish someone had stopped him – given him some money.
Gwen.
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Yeah but… no poem, no poetic justice 😥
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I just don’t like the implications of this!!!!
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Me neither, Jonathan. Me neither ( 0 _ 0 )
But you know how it is, too many love poems make readers think poetry is all about sunshine and rainbows. You need to throw in a darker shade from time to time (͡ ° ͜ʖ ͡ °)
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YES, YOU DO. HOPE YOURS ARE MORE POPULAR THAN MINE (I THINK THEY ARE!) 😀
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OY—did you see how at least one commenter tried to twist it toward the positive…perhaps not willing to accept the darker implications?
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Hmm… this tells me people are too used to ‘sunshine & rainbows’ poetry. We need more dark stuff to set balance
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I think I’l write something about it! :Dl
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Great! ٩(^‿^)۶
I’ll make sure to read it then
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Looks like it has made its mark
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ヽ༼ ຈل͜ຈ༼ ▀̿̿Ĺ̯̿̿▀̿ ̿༽Ɵ͆ل͜Ɵ͆ ༽ノ
Awesome
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VERY 😀
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
You will be saddened or shocked by the ending. MASTERFUL!
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I feel like this is telling us the truth of something, but its hiding behind a curtain. And every time we go to read it again, it’ll start to fade each time we think we’ve got it. My gosh, this is such good poetry, for being able to accomplish that effect 👌🏽
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( o˘◡˘o) Thank you!
Much appreciated 🙂
Very glad to know it has that effect 🙂
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You’re very welcome 🙂
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