Every afternoon on their way back
from school, they get a ball
and start booting it
across the park opposite
my house,
****** crimson ties slack around their necks,
black uniform untucked.
Kim comes at half three,
asks if I’m doing ‘all right’?
Not bad.
An episode of Minder’s on the box,
teeth popping globes of green
grapes bought when in town.
Then, an electrocution,
a name.
Ted. His features start to swim in my head.
Next week marks fifteen years.
He used to play once.
Striker. He’d score a belter.
I’d cry.
Mar 10, 2018
Mar 10, 2018 at 10:40 AM UTC
Every afternoon on their way back
from school, they get a ball
and start booting it
across the park opposite
my house,
****** crimson ties slack around their necks,
black uniform untucked.
Kim comes at half three,
asks if I’m doing ‘all right’?
Not bad.
An episode of Minder’s on the box,
teeth popping globes of green
grapes bought when in town.
Then, an electrocution,
a name.
Ted. His features start to swim in my head.
Next week marks fifteen years.
He used to play once.
Striker. He’d score a belter.
I’d cry.
Written: March 2018.
Explanation: A syllabics poem written in my own time for university - as such, changes/edits are possible in the near future. The structure is 10-6-5-7-2. Please note that Minder was a British comedy-drama that aired between 1979 and 1994, and again in 2009 - it is often repeated on some channels. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.
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