After the Siren (a sonnet)

It was a different era he was sure,
when harder men went one-on-one all day,
and some still claim the way they played more pure;
You always knew the price you’d have to pay.
He’d paid his price for just one shot at glory
in ’78; they were unbackable.
His shot from twenty would have clinched the story,
His kick, just once, less than impeccable.
Now stuck with tubes his frail body falters
A careless doc declares him done by fate.
For once the ump-of-life’s decision alters,
‘you’ve got another kick son, kick it straight.’
His flat punt wobbles, but defies the doc’s decree,
for life, like footy, despises certainty.

Comments

  1. John Harms says:

    Richard, I love how when employing iambic pentameter the pen is moved to consider the important stuff.

    Is this sonnet inspired by the situation of anyone?

  2. Lord Bogan says:

    His flat punt wobbles, but defies the doc’s decree,
    for life, like footy, despises certainty.

    Richard, these two lines should be bottled. Brilliant.

  3. Dave Nadel says:

    Excellent poem Richard. You are certainly getting some fine work from young contributers, Phil.

  4. Beautiful sonnet, Richard. It tells a story.

  5. Peter_B says:

    Love it, Richard. Great insights, beautifully expressed. More please.

  6. This isn’t based on any particular story, though perhaps watching Sticks miss the lot to draw at the G years ago was whizzing round subliminally. I think sonnets are definitely the thinking person’s limerick. I’ll post some more as they come to me.

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