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Teenage Crush

Karen Lindsay

Wednesday, July 31st, 2013

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 Down the mine all week,
The boy with nutty-slack hair
And glittering, coal-black eyes,
Plays football on Saturday afternoons.
Emerges, pit-pony like,
Blinking in the light,
Sniffing the winter air;
Pawing the sparse green turf.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 The coin spins, gleaming, falls,
Sparks the subcutaneous glow,
Releases the flickering flame,
Nourished, flourishing in air,
It flares, soars, with his smoky breath.
He captures the leather-laced ball,
Drives it forth, running, weaving, all alight,
Searing the pitch, flaming the field.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 While I,
Crouched in the cramped tunnel of teenage desire,
Watch him burn free,
The boy from the pit,
Playing football, on Saturday afternoon.

© Karen Lindsay 31/07/2013

Notes

As a child, I lived in a mining town and all the young boys worked the mines. I watched Kenneth, playing football, in a local field, every Saturday afternoon – and fell in love!

Editor’s Note:

Hi Karen, you’re very welcome to Football Poets !

More please!

Clik

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/teenage-crush/