Bathetic Battle
by cricketjeff on July 27, 2017. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
The dragons roared, the gladiators entered,
The silent crowd could hardly bear to breathe;
The focus of ten thousand people centred
On one small space where drama had to seethe.
A flash of flame reflected from the armour
On flint-faced guards surrounding the affray,
The frightened slave was born to be a farmer –
He’ll need a different set of skills today.
The beasts leapt high with talons well extended,
The cowering man stood trembling with his spear,
The jeering crowd knew soon it would be ended
A gory painful death was very near.
But bathos ruled, and as men dared to peep
They saw the dragons settle down to sleep …
Author notes
A sonnet to illustrate the word “Bathetic”
English