ROUGHLY INSCRIBED
Cutting the air, swung in a wide arc,
Battle Axe finds its mark,
Splitting sinew and flesh,
Crushing, splintering bone,
Words spoken, daggers and spears,
Tearing the soul and bleeding life,
Splattered words in flecked droplets,
Like a scroll tattooed in wine,
Verse roughly inscribed like initials,
Gouged from the rotting trunk of an old Oak,
Fathers oration, delusion,
Non existent audience ovation,
Over lesions toughened like rawhide,
Leather against assault,
I am written and told,
You are a diamond in the rough,
From one side of his face,
The other screaming,
No good! I'll kill you!
Barbarian, belt wielder,
Words gnawed into my bust,
Posed in survivalist strength,
A core of soft clay pain,
Enveloping the blood scribed,
Tale of a veteran sons,
Story rolled tight,
In papyrus of human tissue,
Knotted into my gut,
A grimace spreads across my face,
You behold a smile.
Comments
Holy Mackeral, this is deep! Wow! The interpretation of this can go so very many ways. All I can gather is, Wow!
Yes, what bravewarrior said! Strange, menacing, a major skirmish described and visualized.
This is just great 'poetry' in narrative form - the words are magnificent and the overall feeling for me is haunting - it seems that you can switch gears and write anything in any form in any genre. Gee I know a guy like that - lol.
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Yeah, I think I might know that guy too! Seems I passed him by one day while up in the Great White North! (and he wasn't one of The McKenzie Brothers)
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bravewarrior: Thank you for the compliment. I understood going into this one that I was laying down quite a few layers, but that's just the way it pours from my heart to the keyboard sometimes.
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Thank you, x! It seems I never fail to see your smiling profile on my hubs, and I sincerely appreciate it!
Wayne - So intense and dramatic. It's quite different but it somehow reminds me of my first response to Akira Kurosawa's - "Rashomon" when I saw it sometime in the 1950s. . . . Violence on the surface but with so much subtlety playing underneath, which only you fully know.
Thank you for this. Took me back when I switched to the saber. The welts one must bear before the lessons can start.
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Thank you for stopping by, Martin.
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Thank you, Nellieanna. That is quite a comparison to Kurosawa. Maybe this will be my break through piece as Rashomon was his. :-) hey, I can dream can't I?
Why not? You've a clear talent for intriguing the reader!
Powerfully done! this poem is so intense it can slaughter legions of doom, I hope the dude carrying the bloody axe is fighting for freedom, for justice over injust acts, and for righteousness of us all :)
Amazing creativity Wayne, I love the shear force this intense poem of your packs, and it land an explosive blow to the head of its readers.
Bravo! thumbs up and outta here! please keep them coming strong!
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Thank you, Mike. I've noticed your name around the other hubs so I will be checking out your work. Thanks for the visit!
Yes, powerfully done!!!
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Thank you, dear Audrey!
I find my self speechless. interesting poem, kinda sad. but, I voted up anyways. You did an amazing job. keep it up.
I. White
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Thank you, Isaac. Always glad to see you here!
Hi Wayne,
thanks for this poem
interesting and really does take the reader on a journey
Voted up
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thank you very much, torrilynn!
This is remarkable writing. Strong and taunt.
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Thank you very much, mckbirdbks!
Strong stuff here Wayne, well done.
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Thank you, Tom.
So, are you going to be celebrating St patricks day?
Great interpretation. Never did like barbarians. Wouldn't want to have to do battle with them.
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Thank you, Gypsy.
Wow... intense and unmatchable... not much more I can say that hasn't already been said! I can't wait to have your work in a book = )
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Thanks sweety. I can't wait to see your work in a book!
This is a brilliant piece, yet very sad, deep and I saw the menace, fear and little compassion from the axeman. I am reminded visually of a character from my past who stood over me with evil intents, the belt swung, the welts they left, the tears flowed with no mercy given. No real defense being simply a boy, yet scars, revenge and grudge they left.
No mercy awarded to the axeman in later life, he swung from his cell with vomit dripping from his sordid lips. The curr he was, no sins washed clean they followed him to the deep Abyss, rightfully so.
Wayne, you are a talented writer and I look forward to following your work. Thank you for sharing this very deep heart felt penetration, I know it comes from deep within and hidden places, yet you let it out. Well done, tweeted and shared.
Wow! How violent, raw and descriptive. This is gut wrenching. Well done and well written.
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Vincent, I was very moved by your poem that I responded to this morning. After only reading a few of your pieces on Facebook I must say it is an honor to see you here. I am looking forward to following your work as well and I get the feeling that I am going to be extremely edified!
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Suzette, I thank you very much for the compliment and for your visit here. I will be browsing your wonderful hubs very shortly.
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