Seagull white specks
on the outfield green.
Waiting for the over
to be over again.
White thigh. Crimson streak.
Ball’s red lipstick smear.
White knee. Verdant graze.
Turf’s green blush to wear.
White picket legs
run end to end.
Splintering wickets
they stand to defend.
Gathers himself.
On toes. Heels rise.
Leans into a run.
Arm whirls whip. Ball flies.
Leather swings, seems to linger.
White picket bruised red.
Umpire lifts finger.
Batsman bows head.
Bye. Over over.
Change over, again.
Nice one, emjay
Cheers!
Love this, emjay.
Any poem about cricket is good, and this is especially so.
Thanks. Was taken by the vivid colours watching son’s game.