Friday, 4 July 2014

MECHANICAL MESSI...


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
July 2014



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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