Round Twooooowhuagh

I've been stressing this poem out all week long.
This time around, what we had to do was make a poem of alliteration, and each poet was given a letter. I was in the first group, with the letter 'b' (I think this is because I did not fare as well on the last round, and the harder letters are for more skilled poets).

It was actually a lot of fun, I sat down and read the dictionary for the first time in years, reading over all the B words. I came up with dozens of different stanzas but was having a very hard time finding anything that stuck. I finally got one with a good flow, and managed to sit down and write it, but not until today, Saturday. the day of the deadline. I really cut it close. It came out well at least, and I know i've beaten at least one competitor i'm directly against. Mine's way better. Let's hope the critics agree.


So here's my poem.

'Alabaster Beauty'

Broken, bruised and blue,
Bled the sky between
Our barren brethren,
And I - bereft,
Believed it to be
Behooving of me to
Bear the brunt
Of that blaspheme,
Brought down by our
Beleaguered brethren.

But before my bifocals,
Beaten but beating,
A brazen beam burst
Forth from the bosom
Of that alabaster beauty.

Bicuspids blare a ballad,
Brickwork boast their brawn,
A buck brays in the brush.

Oh! What benevolence
Could be brandished by
That brilliant behemoth,
Burning back that
Bindweed I have battled -
Borne out of my own
Blinding and bloated brain.