Monday, 10 June 2013

The poets and the thief


Ten poets in a room,
some imbibing wine,
when from the back a
ruckus started.

"A thief! A thief!
he'll rob us blind -
he's here to steal
our work, our souls,
our sacred lines!"

"Don't be so dramatic dear.."
another replied "..and anyway - did I really hear
'rob us blind'? good grief, oh dear!
Don't you think you could do better here?"

"Yes.." a third spoke up
"..and to speak of 'soul'
is over used and meaningless,
surely you agree?"

There then followed a hubbub:
much exclamation, declamation,
formal decree
and general hullabaloo

during which

the thief slipped away
with a sack of poems
he'd craftily purloined,
but, I'm sad to say,
very few were new
or freshly coined...





(Chosen as 'Editor's Pick' at Poetrycircle.com June 2013)


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