Into the dark
of night,
heading
home,
from
a dwelling
of God’s own.
Gates down
ding, ding and
BT sounding,
over
kids in the back,
a gentle
idle-engine, humming.
Shoosh,
quiet
iridescent light, flashing scarlet,
the night pauses,
for a bit.
It’s over
it’s over
turn it off.
The ball
somewhere,
non-Richmond end
22 tickings, chances
remote.
Keep going
keep going,
a pass,
a chip
and a little one over the top,
what
a good bounce
to a long boot
to where….
No, don’t turn it off
slap.
Limbs retract
as shadows loom, somewhere
and breathless rumbling, pummels
the tracks
clack, clack
in time,
Broady bound.
LLOYD, LLOYDY
a mark
with tickings, somewhere
to go
it’s Pentecost
and confirmation,
a holy spirit, now
bestowing
gifts, just perhaps.
The outside din
abates,
and a siren, shrill
within,
oh, for a kick
after….
Turn it up,
turn it up
Be quiet,
be quiet
Lloyd for goal
45 out
at an angle, odd
it goes,
somewhere
through the middle.
GEE WHIZ!
A rising fever
with a maddened crowd
and BT’s bellows, and
dashboard shudders
and thumpings,
within
as panes wound down
to remove the stifled heat
from the air,
and the air from the stifled heat;
and the dark from the dark, darkness
of a season
falling,
away.
Melodies flung, da de da
together
with shimmers
of cheer
and glory,
and Allelulia
spreading a ripple, wide
across sharpened shadows of northern abodes
and all around.
On this,
now bright and clear night.
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Captured the feeling beautifully, Kate, religious fervour and all. Putting the scarf out on the drive home is a thrill for kids big and small. Kudos
Brilliant, Kate. You had me there with you.
I’ll have what she was having.
The power of one point!
Great stuff, Kate.
Most enjoyable.
I did exactly the same thing, Kate!
Nothing more exhilarating than driving with the windows wound all the way down, cold air rushing in, and the best song in the world blaring from the radio.
It was a good night.
yes, Kate, i was thinking Ecclesiastes at one point, a time for even Richmond to win a close one etc
scarf draped provocatively across my desk partition, king of the office in a worlds of plucked Swans, on top of the world, for a week, at least.
Thanks for the comments all. I thought I’d nailed the idea and words Monday morning, but then spent the rest of the day trying to chisel it out ‘properly’ whatever that is….once you start, you can’t stop.never the less, I hadn’t planned on spending a whole day on it!! Surely I had better things to be doing? Obviously not.
Anyway, a classic moment, inspired as much by the radio commentary, and the fact that we couldn’t see what was happening, along with the disillusioned 11 yr old in the back seat who didn’t want to listen to what he thought would happen.
We were in fact stopped at the Buckley street Xing in Essendon … Forever etched n my mind now with the evening.
Make the most of this week tiger fans
Sensational as always,Kate
Missed this back then. I wonder if S. Lloyd of Deniliquin has read it. Its wonderful. You are so multi-talented.