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.
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