HERACLES OF OWEN STREET... (My poem about non-league footballer Jermaine Gordon, who was featuring for Coalville Town in November 2009...)

 Heracles Of Owen Street…

(Coalville Town, November 2009…)

Club brandished in a raised right arm,

Threateningly,

Daring the enemy,

Flaunting his wrath 

As lion-skin, draped over left forearm

Shimmered in Corinth’s

Glaring sunlight

And eyes,

Staring,

Instilled the fear of Zeus

Into the minds of antagonists…

Fists clenched on two thrusting, pumping arms,

Menacingly,

Holding off defenders,

Barging his route

As Ravens-jersey, strained on flexed arms

Flashes in Coalville’s

Adequate floodlight

And eyes,

Glaring,

Instilled the trepidation of Defeat

Into the minds of protagonists…

Pete Ray

Jermaine Gordon, like Hercules, took the battle to the foe, leading from the front… 

His performance for Coalville in a 3-0 win against Alvechurch, before 45 spectators, freed Martin Thompson to cause more peripheral damage but I couldn’t help thinking of the ancient Greeks…