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badger11

Herd

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revision5

I count cracks in the tarmac, paint
a zebra crossing while I wait. Rumours
murmur along the black and white -
a menace of lionesses.

Down the City Road the confusion
of motors fuse
into the green man
beeping frantic bonhomie,
wiring commuters like marionettes
to bruise and compass me
across the Serengeti.

A thirst drives the stiletto hooves, potholes
wait for the heedless, but I tip-toe
a zig-zag path through the herd.
The red man stares at me.

 

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revision4

I count cracks in the tarmac, paint
a zebra crossing while I wait. Rumours
murmur along the black and white -
a menace of lionesses..

Down the City Road the confusion
of motors fuse
into the green man
beeping.

The prattling stream of commuters begins
to bruise and compass me
across the Serengeti.
Hyenas conniving, never faraway.

A thirst drives the stiletto of hooves, potholes
ready for the unwary, but I tip-toe
a zig-zag path through the herd.
The red man stares at me.



 

revision3

 

She counts cracks in the tarmac, paints
a zebra crossing while she waits. Rumours
murmur along the black and white -
the purr of lionesses.

By this roadside the confusion
of motors fuse
into the green man
beeping.

The prattling stream of commuters begins
to bruise and compass her
across the Serengeti.

A thirst drives the thunder of hooves, potholes
promise like waterholes, but she tip-toes
her own zig-zag path. The red man
stares at her.

 

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revision2

 

She counts the cracks in tarmac, paints
a zebra crossing while she waits. Rumours
murmur along the black and white.

By this roadside the confusion
of motors fuse
into the green man
beeping.

The prattling stream of commuters begin
to bruise and compass her
across the Serengeti.

A thirst drives the herd.
The potholes promise like waterholes.
She tip-toes a zig-zag of cracks. The red man
stares at her.

 

 

 

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revision

 

She counts the cracks in walls,
mind walks a zebra crossing. Rumours
murmur along the black and white
shore of waking.

By this roadside the confusion
of motors fuse
into the green man
beeping.

The prattling stream of commuters
bruise and compass her
across the Serengeti.
A thirst drives the herd.

 

 

original

 

She counts the cracks in walls and mind
walks a zebra crossing. Rumours
murmur along the black and white
shore of waking. By this roadside

the confusion of motors fuse
to the green man. The prattling stream
of morning bruises compass her
across the Serengeti.

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Another killer title to draw me in. It conjured images of Texas, abandoned slaughterhouses, and the ghosts of bovine already gone for decades. All that from the title. But then, for me, it's from Africa to Northern Europe back to Africa.

 

I prefer the revision. The metaphor is more accessible in that version.

 

Tony

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Thanks for the thumbs up Tony. Possibly the early stages of this one.

 

best

 

Phil

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Hey, badge, I will follow with interest the path of revisions this will take. For my part, you have achieved a valid realization of a poem with Revision 3. That does not mean it is yet the poem you intend. But it works for this reader.

 

- Dave

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Thanks David. Appreciate the encouragement. PMO is my first place for posting and my constant place for revision. Thanks to Tony I can come here and tinker with poems both old and new.

 

best

 

badge

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Revision 4 is working well for me. The change to the first person removed any obscurity, and the metaphor is now clear.

Tony

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Thanks Tony for staying with this. I'm still tinkering so hopefully I haven't lost the clarity.

 

best

 

Phil

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