a challenge sestina based on the story High noon by Frank O Rourke
it is a story about loyalty and a strong sense of duty towards others
A wanton outlaw toting guns
Through shuttered streets and silent shadows
Walked timid folk in verandahed rooms
Then to break the peace of their siesta
Frank Millar came with blood lust thirst
With idle boast he would slake his thirst
An impending gunfight that afternoon
A fateful end to the fine siesta
In this gunfight town alive with guns
With 'sidekicks'hidden in abandoned rooms
in amongst the barrooms silent shadows
Yet cool as ice in other shadows
Stood marshal Kane with measured thirst
His bride in quakered temperence rooms
Do not forsake me this afternoon
Take from you case his treasured guns
and stand with him beyond siesta
And when timid folk in deep siesta
Hide for fear in stealthy shadows
Stand with your man unleash his guns
Stem the flow of Millars thirst
Be thou his wife this afternoon
Await your chance from silent rooms
And if faith is left within those rooms
Frank millar strides this deep siesta
Thy duty do this afternoon
from cloistered bars and silent shadows
The powdered primed extol the thirst
For Millars death through power of guns
Your faith abhors the use of guns
But leave it there in dusty rooms
Your marshals life or Frank Millars thirst
So kill him first beyond siesta
Shoot thou his men in silent shadow
Take thy day this afternoon
And when the guns did break siesta
From silent rooms and cloistered shadow
Timid folk claimed afternoon to help the marshal slake his thist
Poetry by lastromantichero
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Written on 2006-06-28 at 23:24
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it is a story about loyalty and a strong sense of duty towards others
High Noon Sestina by M.A.Meddings
An empty street in the afternoonA wanton outlaw toting guns
Through shuttered streets and silent shadows
Walked timid folk in verandahed rooms
Then to break the peace of their siesta
Frank Millar came with blood lust thirst
With idle boast he would slake his thirst
An impending gunfight that afternoon
A fateful end to the fine siesta
In this gunfight town alive with guns
With 'sidekicks'hidden in abandoned rooms
in amongst the barrooms silent shadows
Yet cool as ice in other shadows
Stood marshal Kane with measured thirst
His bride in quakered temperence rooms
Do not forsake me this afternoon
Take from you case his treasured guns
and stand with him beyond siesta
And when timid folk in deep siesta
Hide for fear in stealthy shadows
Stand with your man unleash his guns
Stem the flow of Millars thirst
Be thou his wife this afternoon
Await your chance from silent rooms
And if faith is left within those rooms
Frank millar strides this deep siesta
Thy duty do this afternoon
from cloistered bars and silent shadows
The powdered primed extol the thirst
For Millars death through power of guns
Your faith abhors the use of guns
But leave it there in dusty rooms
Your marshals life or Frank Millars thirst
So kill him first beyond siesta
Shoot thou his men in silent shadow
Take thy day this afternoon
And when the guns did break siesta
From silent rooms and cloistered shadow
Timid folk claimed afternoon to help the marshal slake his thist
Poetry by lastromantichero
Read 383 times
Written on 2006-06-28 at 23:24
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