Submission
Another flare to fire into the night
More leaden lines to try and turn to gold
More waiting for the fickle fish to bite
Another script is straining to be sold.
A lifeline twists into a hangman’s rope
A brave new spring becomes a dreary drought
Another coal to feed the fires of hope
Another clinker soon to be spat out.
2 comments:
"leaden lines to try to turn to gold"
This whole poem is excellent. That line caught me.
Thanks! :-)
I wrote it some time ago, in response to the frustration of trying to get my book published (the book in question never did get published!). I hardly ever attempt poems but sometimes, if the bee in my bonnet is big enough, one just happens to pop up.
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