Flaming Nora’s Book of Poetry
By Glenda Young
Copyright: Glenda Young
Flaming Nora’s website: http://flamingnora.blogspot.com
Fouled on the pitch meant a penalty kick that went
Over the bar and
Over the heads and the hats and the scarves
To be grabbed by a man in row P, seat 5 who hugged it close to his chest
Below him the game stopped; players were waiting next to cameras, televising
And accusing eyes were turning toward him
Letting the ball drop he kicked it a bit like his heroes on the pitch and then he threw it back to the
Linesman and a cheer from the crowd
Lazy old lamp post
On the high road all the lamp posts burn yellow
Except for one which flickers in white
If you stand close there’s a crackle