Post by Arachis on Mar 24, 2004 23:00:03 GMT -5
while we have one chess poem floating around, here is one I wrote a couple of years back...
An Empty Board
The white and black flagstones echo under the feet
Of the Prince that plods by, though now quite near defeat.
A knight rushes from the end of the hall,
Though the hall as a square has no end at all.
The cunning old Prince however escapes,
He outmaneuvers the knight with a flash of his capes.
The other old King, all clean and white,
Stands up still as a column and just as upright.
He orders a tower, to try and trap the Black Prince,
Who wears black to cover his costly chintz.
The Prince though weary, knows he must retreat,
But cannot find passage and knows that he’s beat.
But then the White King makes a costly mistake,
He orders the Knight to charge the young Sheik.
The Prince with a flourish dodges the charge,
And retaliates with a lunge at large.
This final blow was a sacrifice,
The Prince dressed in black became fixed in a vise
The White King now slowly moved in for the kill,
No longer did he stand by quite so still.
The trap was set, and the old Prince cowered,
Meanwhile the King felt quite empowered.
The Prince was captured, with a sword to his throat,
And the battle soon over, The King started to gloat.
The soldiers dead, were left on the floor,
That was flagged black and white in traditional décor.
The room was left scratched and scored
An Empty Board.
This is an old poem and there are definatly parts that I dont like. First of all the meter isnt smooth, so that there are points where it sounds quite jarring. also the underlined parts, I sacrificed sense in order to make it rhyme...
An Empty Board
The white and black flagstones echo under the feet
Of the Prince that plods by, though now quite near defeat.
A knight rushes from the end of the hall,
Though the hall as a square has no end at all.
The cunning old Prince however escapes,
He outmaneuvers the knight with a flash of his capes.
The other old King, all clean and white,
Stands up still as a column and just as upright.
He orders a tower, to try and trap the Black Prince,
Who wears black to cover his costly chintz.
The Prince though weary, knows he must retreat,
But cannot find passage and knows that he’s beat.
But then the White King makes a costly mistake,
He orders the Knight to charge the young Sheik.
The Prince with a flourish dodges the charge,
And retaliates with a lunge at large.
This final blow was a sacrifice,
The Prince dressed in black became fixed in a vise
The White King now slowly moved in for the kill,
No longer did he stand by quite so still.
The trap was set, and the old Prince cowered,
Meanwhile the King felt quite empowered.
The Prince was captured, with a sword to his throat,
And the battle soon over, The King started to gloat.
The soldiers dead, were left on the floor,
That was flagged black and white in traditional décor.
The room was left scratched and scored
An Empty Board.
This is an old poem and there are definatly parts that I dont like. First of all the meter isnt smooth, so that there are points where it sounds quite jarring. also the underlined parts, I sacrificed sense in order to make it rhyme...