A poet for me is like a ripe fruit <br />Pungent and at times rancid <br />His core, a sweet breadfruit <br />You want to break open avid. <br /> <br />Taste the world he has in store <br />He is the queen in a chess game <br />Protecting a king of yore! <br />His moves are swift, self-same. <br /> <br />He too would relinquish honour <br />Fame if, it served a better purpose <br />He doesn't care about his demeanour. <br />About pawns, all that matters, <br />Is the real meaning, behind the prose?<br /><br />Mark Heathcote<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poets-and-kings-of-yore/
