‘Not to win’ by Karen Rees
An entry in our poetry competition:
Not To Win
Peace, that elusive beast
With devil horns and cloven feet
Droning lies and bully’s bleat,
Not a treaty to entreat.
Peace, that itchy spirit
Winning allies, then forced to submit,
Thrown trussed into a pit.
Peace, a willing accomplice
With turned cheek and pearl necklace,
Tantalizing in her bliss,
Not an easily won mistress.
Peace, that battle raging within
Each soul on earth, needs quieting,
Breaking bread not to win
But begin again, an offering.
© Karen Rees (Woodville)