Archie Gemmill

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 The beautiful language
That spoke from boots
Whose rhetoric slipped through defences
To leave them melting like vampires in the
Cruel relentless glare of the sun
The ironic twist of fate
Its clinch carrying the desire of
A million hearts and more
And for one burning glorious moment
Set the genius free
To leave hope waiting like
A forgotten bride at the altar
Whilst the chorus line yearned
For the impossible spotlight
Upon the same old stage
Built for Grecian tragedy
A landscape for heroes
Whose sweat did not dry
To play the inevitable
Sweetly absurd
Familiar finale.


taken from “Beautiful Game” (c) Parry Maguire (2004)

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/archie-gemmill/