Jonathan ROBIN

Rookie - 231 Points (22 September / London)

Fetter Less - Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Olympic gymnasts' swings and roundabouts
can't torch a candle when compared to me
or you who role-reverse creatively
formal restrictions which most do without.

Four years of toil and trouble, deadline doubts,
throw gauntlet down to challenge gravity,
to humour spent self-confidence at sea,
then gain momentum through true craft that flouts
free-form abandon, lazy louts' crass shouts
below mean mental promiscuity,
teenage angst, blank vents that scream 'I'd BE
if only some could hear, applaud, my clout! '
Formal frontiers' false complexity
doffs jesses, flawless tress weaves, fetter free.

Poet's Notes about The Poem

(10 July 1979 revised 13 January 2010)

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, August 28, 2013

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