The 30 Minute Poem
By Max Elsworth / Spinebreakers Crew
A modern interpretation of one of Coleridge's poems, this was written in thirty minutes:
O kindred beast with a repressed soul!
Thy fervid features pertain to the foal:
The master’s bludgeoning hand does sweep
Across thy frail head, and thou eyes doth weep.
With clement will, thou raise a beaten nose –
Bleating from rebuke, thy master’s hand arose.
Dismal spirit hath ceased rounded eyes to well;
The spite of the whip subdued compassion’s Hell.
What life did the Lord give thee?
One so hapless, one of wrought misery!
Didst thou ever roam the boundless land?
To the fruitful thickets, and down to the ocean’s sand;
The glades whence your ancestors did rove -
They are afar from the cell in which you strove.