Barfight
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Barfight
Glass breaks like promises,
a chair splinters,
knuckles bloom red on jaws.
Voices surge, thick with heat,
swearing bodies collide,
the floor becomes a battlefield of spilled ale
and heavy breath.
No victor, only rumpus,
echoes of spent fury
lingering in the smoky dark.
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This Quadrille (44 word poem) shared with those word wrestlers over at DVerse Poets Pub.
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You made that barfight real for me, Chris. I almost ducked the chair and the knuckles.
ReplyDeleteCinematically captured!
ReplyDeleteLike the vivid lines:
ReplyDelete"knuckles bloom red on jaws."
"Voices surge, thick with heat,"
And just as quickly it's all over.
I like how you included the aftermath in your poem.
This was a fabulous poem. My senses lit up with all of your imagery! Well done.
ReplyDeleteGreat poem. You had me with the first line of glass breaking like promises.
ReplyDeleteYikes! I prefer a quieter bar, but sure could see this. I liked the quieted finish in the final stanza.
ReplyDeleteImagine, even I have once been in a barfight, back in highschool
ReplyDeleteWonderfully vivid description.
ReplyDeleteDescribed so perfectly.
ReplyDeleteVery fun. I’ve been in two of these kind of things mostly as a bystander. Mostly to fish out my friend in case he got into too much trouble. Thank you for your fun poem.
ReplyDeleteYour imagery is spectacular, Chris! Great quadrille!
ReplyDeleteYvette M Calleiro :-)
http://yvettemcalleiro.blogspot.com
Wow!!! This is so good and i luv the AI generated image too
ReplyDeleteMuch♡love
Chris, this one feels raw and cinematic to me—the way “knuckles bloom red on jaws” sets the scene pulled me right in. The whole piece seems to hang heavy in that smoky aftermath, more haunting than any victor’s triumph.
ReplyDeleteMuch love,
David
SkeptcsKaddish.com