Tag Archives: poetru from Liverpool

Headingly Beckons.

 

Headingly beckons, a county rivalry

put on hold for an innings

or two, as I make my debut

at the boundary edge, sunshine opens play

I hope, as quiet reflection and the buzz

of cricket commentary updates me

on the activity on

and off the field.

Headingly beckons, a trip from once Lancashire coast,

into the heart of dear Geoffrey territory

and Botham glory, dreams of opening

against a spinner with pace

on the wrist, and the delight of a Pakistan crowd

exuberant, decked out in colourful flags

Blood.

I cannot help

but wonder where you are,

blood of my blood

tainted by greed and polluted

by urge to take beyond

what is reasonable…

 

…blood of my blood,

you start to fade but I hang on

to the confusions of your life

and wonder at the marvel

that could have been

instead of the path I know you found yourself

upon and to which you once said

I was to blame, that everybody

was to blame…

 

except you…