Snicker-snack
Swish-swash
clish-clash
The blades strike
Lunging,
dodging,
evading
charging
Clad in white,
head clad
arm extended
Knees over ankles.
A breath...
and then forward,
testing the blade
checking for strength
thrusting, clashing, beating
metal grinding on metal
twisting, and piercing
For the point.
Back and forth,
charging and retreating
attacking and parrying
watching and watching
Trading blows for blows
Being struck and striking back
ages aching, arms tired
Out of breath.
A moment.
And then the rush
feigning and beating
Going for the strike.
For the final point
four, six, seven or eight
All areas to aim for;
The chest...
Strike!
A final beat
A twist of the blade
Scoring a hit
with a bit of metal.
So snicker-snack
Swish-swash
clish-clash
The blades strike..
Striking
in alien rhythm
setting pace
all night long
In the Fencing club.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
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2 comments:
Hmm. Everything about this sounds straight up dirty.
Yep. It totally does.
The thrusting got me all excited. And then I realized that you were talking about fencing.
Yeah. Completely and utterly gone.
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