Mechanical Messi
Acquired:
Nine solid, wooden skittles,
Carved in antiquity,
Placed deviously, pugnaciously upon the
ground,
Yet non-tactically.
Then, with baited breath
And measured stealth,
I position my Mechanical Messi,
The Dinky Dribbler,
A Clockwork Calamity
And wind the key
Slowly, albeit with alacrity;
Pausing, musing, pondering
The tightening sound…
And I let him go, marvelling at his
tenacity…
Leaning, lolling,
Bobbing,
ducking and weaving,
Rocking,
rolling and whirring
He swivels
and dodges between and against the pins,
So upright,
quite unflappable,
Or
deflects, ricochets,
Then rights
himself, seeking an escaping hole
‘Tween
blocks of solid, blackened oak,
Rushing on
regardless, reckless,
Beyond the
obstacles
And into
goal…
Pete Ray
Messi bundles through and into
defences, sometimes successfully, often not, but he reminds me of a clockwork
toy, wound up, ready to fashion a way through obstacles, with a winding,
twisting gait…
Sad, I know...
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