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The Lost Field

Michael Mourne

Monday, October 8th, 2012

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 I have viewed a familiar field
when a fading sun has cast the dark shadows
of players long gone and half forgotten.
The one field which is laden with riches
and asks all to give body and soul to possess it.

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 Soon the rain, borne on the shoulders
of the strong wind will cleanse
and make room for those not yet called.
Those who will dream of leaves and sunshine.

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 The rising moon will cut through wounded limbs
which will never heal.
Whilst the silence of a cast off boot
in the room’s dark corner
echoes the rustle of departing footsteps.

Notes

Surreal. Just like football.

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/the-lost-field/