Will Vigar

poet. writer. imposter.



Sweat and hands and passion

shape an uncarved block


in his name; his reputation

ensured by your devotion.


Each success bruising her affection.

Each denial inflaming her desire.


Each stroke carving a future

punctuated by unheard screams.


For who would believe this frail woman

capable of such wonders?


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This entry was posted on February 20, 2018 by in Chap Book, humour, Poem, poem of the day, Poetry, Will Vigar and tagged , , , , , , , .
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