This is a poem by a poet I’ve been following for some time, and I just love it! Though I’m a vegetarian, the metaphor was not lost on me…quite the opposite. I was enchanted. Please enjoy Rural Poet’s fine poem.
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This one’s a keeper. Cheers!
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Thanks, Jilanne! Glad you enjoyed RP’s work.
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Susan, I too like it. And while it was key, I had to overlook the drops of warm red blood.
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Gotcha, Peter. Me, too. I have a weak stomach and heart when it comes to blood being shed, and yet when my son-in-law hunts in Alaska to feed his family, I do understand. That’s the culture up there and it always has been. I’m the odd one out. Still, RP chose a fitting metaphor for us poets, I think. We do shed blood (and sweat bullets) when it comes to our craft sometimes. ❤
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