EDENBRAY in EXILE – 23 – the night i discovered football ~ a poem

‘Edenbray in Exile’

A Retrospective Anthology of Poetry, Articles and Essays

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The Night I Discovered Football

(0r the Battle of Stamford Bridge)

Lawman, Bobbie and the ‘Best’

And the soft rain that fell that deep, blue night

I fell out of the sky and the green-striped tiger

Took my heart and pain for the 1st time

On wooden seats where real men gather to dream

I saw Bestie ‘hide’ the ball, he always played 

Like a greedy boy up the park ,while Charlton coursed

The battle-fields of Flanders, Verdun, the Somme

And young Dennis, so cheeky and sharp radiated charm

Like a sidewinder with a venom sting who wore a ‘Colgate’ ring

That night I heard the sound of the leather ball

Heavy with wet rain, like oily sweat and bald shouts

The cloaked-crowd hushed, an army of rabid bees

That caught the odour of burnt wood

As deep as a scarred woman’s perfumed caress

Suddenly I was a man and my heroes sportsmen

Who made a kind of sex on Saturdays at 3pm sharp

Or on nights like these when floodlight-stars sparkle silver-white

Mingle with the stench of burnt onion and bar-room doors open

The shouts of programme sellers, vendors, such honest traders

When we lose our order and our souls

For just the love of a game that can never end 

Even when we remain true and bind our hands to the pole 

Or promise a never-ending virtue women covet



#Authors Note – There now follows 2 Sports posts within the context of EDENBRAY-in-EXILE – The  2nd Edenbray Retrospective Anthology – I am unashamedly – a Sports fan – not quite as extreme as one of my absolute heroes – Ernest Hemingway – who was a great lover of ‘sport’ and in particular a positive advocate for the ultimate ‘contest’ between man and beast ~ The Bull Fight – These days not considered a popular point of view.

Where did that come from?                                                                               edenbraytoday

About edenbray

I've always enjoyed writing and that is all I want to do... .. . I’m not sure why I ever stopped, was it 9/11? .. . edenbray is born ugly, wet and covered in blood, mucous and bodily functions ~ the effluence of my short life .. . I am a Writer and Artist since 1966 - I'm now an avid Blogger ~ I write lots of poems, written essays, articles, reviews, opinion + comment .. . I have had many poems selected for Anthologies of verse and recently have published many of my poems in 24 themed booklets ... please ask for details and join the shebang by leaving me a marker with a 'like' or comment for my ego and encouragement :- thank you so much for listening ~ edenbray
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