Tuesday, February 8, 2011

It's a Wild Market



The bears are cracking bones on the floors of power
With long claws
And longer tongues
To lick out the marrow

The wolves are howling through the streets
A pack so hungry
They'll raid bins
And howl to the moon

The sheep are bleating
They're complaining about the wolves
And the bears
As they're picked off
One
By
One. 



A..J. Ponder 

3 comments:

  1. I sense an allegoric element, or extended metaphor, (ie 'bear' markets) to this poem? But it is still chilling enough at face value!

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  2. Yes and yes -
    I was writing a bears/bulls stock market poem when the line "The bears are cracking bones on the floors of power" came to me and those greedy bears didn't just want the stock market. Not at all.

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  3. Ah, yes, I felt the extended metaphor keenly too! What a spine tingling poem - fabulous power to the words. Thanks Alicia!

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