Allan Clarke
¶ 1
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The elegance of the menace
sensing the weakness, the softness.
The calm composure of the assassin
without sympathy, a guile unbound
preying upon the panicked,
the ill-composed and underprepared
¶ 2
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Laying deep, deceptive in intent and threat
the languid, short passing interchange,
floating at box’s edge, poised, alert,
circling, hovering, flustering,
probing the defensive underbelly.
The movement lean, economical, efficient
¶ 3
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The narrowing of the eyes, the angular frame
arrowing into the sliver of space
a surgeon’s precision, incising the defence.
Swift, merciless execution presages
the slow, turning salute, the swagger to half way.
Sock tag conspicuously adjusted
¶ 4
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The unhurried conveyance of ball to net
an intrinsic, instinctive order of things –
the triumph of the intended consequence.
Blurred is the line between requisite self-belief
and arrogance arising from the gift of purest ability;
virtuosity soars on the headwinds of confidence.
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