Without Summoning

Without summoning.....

Flat on my back

Face to face
with
the glaring sun

I
pressed
my cheek
against
the
toppled blades
of grass

To watch
my white horse
desert, hightail
racing away
in horizontal
fashion

Bewildered
exercising
deductive reasoning
to discover
what arnament(s)
had smitten
me down

As 
the sinful
chuckles
of repugnant
ogres
echoed through
my skull


And
suddenly
the
invincible sun
was extinguished
by a
slight overcast

As
I looked
up towards
the heavens

To
have
my nose
introduced
to the end
of a very
large stick

And
it spoke
aloud
commanding me
to stand aside

Leading
a jewel adorned
princess
Into battle
whilst warning
the ogres
who would
be next

That no
mercy
shall be
wasted
on their
miserable
existences

And
declared
the fate
shall be
the same

For
any other
would be
Knight....

Who
dare
interfered

Author's Note

Sometimes the worst thing you can in a crisis is to take over and try save the day.
Sometimes just being there if need be is the most heroic thing one can do.

Reviews

[...]

. your writing is so very uniquely your writing ...
. you've written a super fable-like tale to illustrate your point ...
. the characters are etched finely with just a few words ...
. and yes ... heroism does not reside in action alone ...
. heroism ... often times ... resides in patience ...
. sometimes, it is our patience that outsmarts our impatient opponents ...
. brilliant work, dude ... loved it ...

[Layla J Omorose]

This poem was very good. It turned into a beautifully written tale. The way it is written is interesting. In broken lines and some lines having only one word makes the poem appear scattered and rushed. But it works for this poem. Also without any commas and periods its like reading one long sentence without taking a breath, so reading it out loud it is rushed and flows with urgency. Good job

[de-oblitus]

your writing is magnificent, kudos.

[L. Edward Neale]

I dig your style. Has that feeling of dire classical lament but diced with modern consicion. Great blend; cause I love classic poetry but can't always be bothered wading through the windy old school grammar. Big thumbs up!

[Ruth]

Oh I adore this!
Clever work love! The whole tale with a powerful message was reeling!
xoxo

[.]

another intriguing write..both at internal and external battle..but beautifully said

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

@ Reeti: Yes, the Princess waved a club in his face and told him to back off.
You get an A for today!

[Larry Dyson]

another Alice in Wonderland tale.. where are the rabbit holes or did I fall into one?

[Reeti]

There is a sonorous voice of the protagonist speaking gallantly in your verse. It appears to give portents of the consequences from fighting in the battle. Even though the speaker does not war in the crisis, he acts sagely. there can be no end to violence. i prefer to retreat and contain myself too. can u explain to me what this line means- "To
have
my nose
introduced
to the end
of a very
large stick?"

Does it imply having a weapon like a rifle held against the speaker's face? And this ushers the speaker to withdraw from battling superfluously?

I have earlier read a Victorian poem called 'The Candle Indoors' by Gerard Manley Hopkins. It has a slightly similar theme as this with a different approach. Anyway, your one is definitely unique.

I find your coherent structure of writing really intriguing. =)