stunning sunset

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 how shall I paint thee, in prose?
for the artist’s palette has already spilled into the sky
and their deft strokes
have dabbed and daubed at will;
the colours have run
and jumped
with joy
surfing the woolly waves –
and I guess it’s the clouds
that cause the diffusion;

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 the colour card overrunneth –
nay, dribbles into each other
à la Best and Marsh
even though on the same team
aye, a poet’s dream;
reds and yellows and creams meld
into mellow stratas
and pinks and blues
of many hues
into what must be God’s duvet

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 so how shall I compare thee?
to a rose?
no, for it doesn’t fill the horizon
to a rainbow?
no, too regimented in formation
to a football kit then?
no, too staid by comparison
even as garish as they may appear
when first revealed
out on the field

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 so I’ll have to lay down my pen
and just admire…

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 and that great ball of fire
dropping low
looks like it might just be within reach
and for a shot like a peach
I might just swivel
and by golly
catch it on the volley!



The G series:
poems inspired by cycling around Galway, in particular Maree, near Oranmore.
25th June 2009

stunning sunset last night

was hoping to draw allusions to the sunshine Samba of Brazil or the Rainbow Nation of South Africa last night, but they played out a drab semi-final in the FIFA Confederations Cup.

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/stunning-sunset/