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Poem: Sparing

In the spirit of competition
I sharpen my blade to razor edge
Leaving no question that no quarter
Will be offered for the sake of friends
On the battlefield we will draw weapons
To draw blood until death or surrender
For entertainment huzzah and en garde

In the spirit of the Olympics and Mish’s prompt over at dVerse, a brief verse on fencing.

Copyright © 2021 TJS Sherman All rights reserved.


6 thoughts on “Poem: Sparing

  1. T, I like the poem. When one has passion for a topic one is willing to fight to be heard clearly.

    Please check your Mr. Linky at dVerse because when I tried to get here from there it didn’t bring me here.

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