All Yesterday’s Games

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 The ghosts of yesterday’s football
flit and start, flickering, teasing.
How time sped, arching, arrowing
away like some desperate, miscued shot

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Lost in the rituals of endless games,
the intimacy of the immediate,
unwatched, football slowly took its leave,
pocketing our youth for good measure

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 There he is again, still with us,
laughing into the post-match twilight,
victorious arm around your shoulder
handful of shinpad, mouthguard, tape

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 Preserved in the aspic of this memory
mouthy, moustachioed, vibrant
now destined to replay the same move
in the restricted reach of my recall

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Where were those far-flung, forgotten fields
edging the industrial estates
the expansion suburbs, the freeways
bumpy, windswept, reclaimed, sloping…

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 Fortresses to breach then run
each blurs into one in its sameness;
unfinished club house, damp concreted
claustrophobia of the dressing room

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 Thousands of minutes gone, unrecorded,
distilled into an essence of experience.
Combatants, once ragged in bone and boot,
scattered to the mercies of uncertain futures


Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/all-yesterdays-games/