by Karl Waldbauer
as the animal
makes another pass at the scarlet cape.
Like a picture
captured forever by a camera,
the graceful matador
facing the tired, bloody creature,
sword poised in the air,
takes the bull in his icy embrace,
I fail to see
conqueror of nature,
a bitter woman
acting out the destruction
men in her life.
Posted on 08/03/2004
Copyright © 2022 Karl Waldbauer
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 08/03/04 at 01:32 PM|
ooooooooo... incredibly imagery, and a twist at the end... bullfights have always enraged me... and i think matadors get what they deserve when run through by a doomed bull (same goes for the running of the bulls)... you have giving me another analogy to look at, and i'm impressed... excellent piece... blessings...
|Posted by Anne Engelen on 08/04/04 at 01:22 AM|
The last image is super. It kept me pinned down on a stream of thoughts. I love it!
|Posted by Maryellen Lebeda-Parra on 08/04/04 at 07:53 AM|
BRILLIANT my friend!
|Posted by Max Bouillet on 08/08/04 at 07:30 AM|
Absolutely cunning that you use bull imagery to present truth that takes the bullcrap away. Exquisite read with imagery that leaves a lasting impression.