Wednesday, 6 May 2015

Aunties and Pavilions


OF THE ALLEYS AND CRIKET
DAYS OF SHORT PANTS AND SELF MADE WICKETS.
TOSSES WON OVER CHEAT,
ICE CREAM TREATS OVER DEFEAT.

WINDOWS SHATTERED, CARS DENTED,
THE USUAL AFTERNOON GAMES.
AUNTIES PHONE MOTHERS IN SUCCESION,
COMPLAINING. APOLOGIES FOR COMPENSATION.


ODD OR EVEN, SPLIT TEAMS
SEAMLESSLY THROUGH SHADES OF LIGHT.
THE BATERS BAT AND BOWLERS BOWL
AND UMPIRES DECISION’S OVERTHROWN.

THE PAVILION IS WHERE TIME GROWS YOUNG
LIKE ROMANTICS DELIGHT OF ARTISTRY.
MANY SUNS AFTER, I SHALL SEE
A PAST AND NOT A FALLACY.

SOAKED IN MEMORIES
OF THE INNINGS THAT ARE OVER.
BICKERING OLD AUNTIES FONDLY REMEMBER
THOSE DAYS, NOW THAT WE ARE OLDER.

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