Brains Over Brawn

Brought to life from granite and into the cage;

Bright lights show the creases of every muscle.

A mystical form on a prizefighter’s stage;

Blood pumps through vein tracks, welcoming a tussle.

Punches and kicks land with the force of a bomb,

The grip of a gorilla held in his palm,

To gain the advantage, burn all of his air,

The rivalry ends when all the peacocking’s flair.

Prompted from MMA Storytime’s Rispetto Poetry Prompt Challenge at:

Prompted from Eugi’s Weekly Prompt at:

Prompted from the Three Things Challenge at:

Prompted from Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge at:


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