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. 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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