POETRY

The Board

A poem

Photo by Jent Jiang on Unsplash

Piece by piece,

was settled –

until the moment

to begin.

The place by place,

the ancient forms,

antagonisms’ toys,

left their leemtes,

to become a mere

death.

Resignation belied

the awkward claim

of binary form.

For to you

is against you.

For to me

is against me.

Not in touching,

but in war –

as soft and gentle

as a wooden symbol,

being moved upon

a board to sign

a kingdom.

One that exists, until

the king, in flagrant disregard

for power’s mood,

becomes a check

between the blacks

and whites of yesterday.

Mate.

Harry Hogg is my hero, and I recommend this piece.