A Bull, Catalonia

A Bull, Catalonia

A Poem by Terrance Brown

Lean, tough.
Muscle built him,
Bunched up around his neck
and his horns menaced low.
Once a fighting bull of some pedigree,
now for the most part a statement,
a morality.

His pen spacious.
Trough watered.
Hay bailed.
Still.

Something in the autumn breeze
that ruffled the auburn leaves
of nearby trees
raced his breath.

The breeze cut short,
the bull but sighed and wandered
off to lay in the shade and
squint at the sky.

© 2012 Terrance Brown


Author's Note

Terrance Brown
This poem is written after an encounter with someone who is against bull-fighting to the point of being unreasonable, and to the point of being openly judgemental of people who are open minded about it. I hope to illustrate with this poem that things, least of all bull fighting, are that simple. As for the title, bull fighting is banned in Catalonia (a province of Spain).

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Added on October 3, 2012
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Terrance Brown
Terrance Brown

London



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I am a gonzo poet. I will say what I see. I will write what I like. I have no respect for culture, yours or mine. No respect for religion, or for any belief you might think you have. I do not acknowle.. more..

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