Just Fontaine

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 The chapter and verse who beguiled and dazzled
With the smooth seduction of a million, million hearts
Beating to the rhythm of the beautiful soul
Whilst defences fell like discarded notes
From a trembling box
Each shot a kiss from a Smith & Wesson
Leaving the net blistered with grace and integrity
Of a touch sublime and defined
Of long runs that did not linger
Nor hesitate
Of a ball clinging to feet like a lover
Unwilling to leave
Merging with the perfection of Monet’s oils
Into legend and ideal above the dust and dirt
And blood drying on scars from mortal studs
Left stranded like yesterday’s news.



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

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/just-fontaine/