"The Swing"

Heart beating fast as
I shine in the mid-day sun
the brightness fills my eyes
making it hard to capture the line
the firm velvet grass
sits beneath my feet
as a reach down to place my pride
as I stand square
my pride at stake
the line still a mystery waiting to be solved

I take a deep breath
my muscles seem to freeze
as I make it through the first turn
pain rips through my ligaments
I am hampered by the rush of heat
unbearable though it is
I make the break and descend
to a head on collision

like a cannon it roars
barely keeping my grip on the weapon of choice
I stumble but regain my stance
now it is up to luck
the guidance is chance

Blind to the line
and hungry for satisfaction
I race to edge staring into the light
the faintest shadow begins to descend
velocity loses to the wind

There in the distance
a white satisfaction
laying as if all had been gentle
without a hint of distress
I walk to its place in the long grass
and the fight begins once more
but no regrets


Silver Tongue™




(Copyright © Geoffrey Brett 01/07/08)