The suggestion for the OctPoWriMo prompt is a loop poem. This is a variant. I call it Serpent’s Tail.
There is no compassion,
passion for death replaces it,
fit only for townfolk.
Poke fun at their sentimentality,
reality is power,
cowering wildlife at your whim,
slim chance of escape all they get.
Yet you call yourself a guardian, arbitrator;
terminator’s not how you see your task,
ask any huntsman anywhere.
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Oh, great form!
Thank you! Glad you like it.
Jane, this is brilliant. Never seen this form before 🙂
Thank you! It’s my invention. For people who like to join up their phrases and get back to where they started from with a rhyme 🙂
It has a wonderful flow. I will try it sometime. Congratulations on the new form 🙂
Thank you! I hope you do give it a try.
Love it, Jane! Thank you for sharing, such surprise! Michael
Thank you, Michael 🙂
“reality is power ”
some lovely lines in this little piece.
I really like this take on the form. Very nice.
Thank you, Maria.
I just finished reading Tara Westover’s EDUCATION. Your poem makes me think of how some communities have entirely different beliefs and will never understand those who live outside their community. My grandfather taught me to shoot, but I will never own a gun. That image of wildlife cowering stays with me.
So many things are passed down as ‘traditions’ that should be consigned to the rubbish bin in an enlightened society. Hunting is just one of them.
One of the reasons I don’t have much time for communitarianism. It is narrow, exclusive and conservative, and refuses the values of a broader human society.