Old Harry and his Wife
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What if we forgot to start pre-season,
found a training camp for enjoying time
above crickets and distant fireflies?
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What if we only started the season
to fulfil a contract? Where is the passion
which made us run through the tail end of June
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when no-one was watching or measuring
shots and misses or all the ground covered
as the sun hung on to its residence?
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What if we forgot to start pre-season
so ‘The league table never lies’
means nothing but everyone is equal
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as light floods the piers and beaches of Boscombe
and Bournemouth, Old Harry and his Wife
constant in the season’s incoming tide.
Just beautiful imagery Alex…love your stuff….keep on..can’t remember where you live (probably not near ‘Arry in Poole lol) but we’ll have to get you up to Forest Green one day…
Would be great to meet up… if FGR play any where near you too.let me know..I’ll be getting to the odd away game now.
Hi Crispin, Thanks so much for this encouragement (sorry, I’ve only just seen this message.) Really appreciate it. Chuffed for you that FGR went up…I live in Wokingham, near Reading. It would be great to catch up with you again.
So evocative! Love it.
Thank you, Graham – much appreciated. Your poems are always highlights I look out for.