Some Wit For The Delight Of The Groundlings

Will will be 450 this year...

Ankle deep in straw and muck ;

a belched mob delights in man woman man.

Smoke to be cut with a shout,

roars at the thought of a rutting,

shiremen with hands of bark

and yet

a silence as deep as a lost sea,

words of silver beyond all that

humanity could ever create.

Reviews

[VALORMORE DE PLUME]

A cryptic poem to be sure. I perceive in the first stanza; Peering into the baser side of humanity. The part that forms a crowd of onlookers at the scene of an accident, or joins an ongoing orgy of cannibalistic frenzy. The second stanza; Detachment. Cold and aloof.
Looking back at this review, perhaps, I watch too much of the TV show,'Criminal Minds'.
I will read more of your work later. I do not expect to discover unicorns or butterflies.

[stars are far]

That was very great,.the last stanza is WOW..
Well done :)

[Blue]

The first stanza offers a powerful imagery but what stands out is the last stanza, which I think (so do KL and Frieda) is the best.

I searched for the definition of 'shiremen' online but got no satisfactory response. What do you mean by that, Leslie?

[Lyn Anderson]

I agree with Frieda, the last stanza does it for me too.

[Frieda P]

Ah a penny to stand in the pit and a celebratory poem to go with...charming Leslie, that last stanza is grand.

[Cascara (aka Sprint Goe..]

"words of silver beyond all that
humanity could ever create."

Stunning lines! Raw, natural imagery is a form of expression all on its own.