I have no idea where the Poetry bus is going this week. Surely there is a theme, but I'm too cancelled and rescheduled and tossed about to remember what it is. I have this instead:
Fragmentary thoughts scratched during the France-England match. We rule the Six Nations.
Wilkinson, on the sideline, looking down, looking sad.
Trinh-duc with the drop, bam, between the eyes!
Foden breaking through
throwing himself against the end zone turf
Flood's eyebrow UP UP
Tyndal a bullet, stopped.
No bleeding on the field! Off you go.
Shaw, rising slowly from the dregs of the ruck
If the soldiers of the Rose could not beat Scotland
how can they hope to triumph in Paris
And yet. They want it.
The rain beats down.
to those with the most mud on.
The Nines, agile and quick
weasels among bears
Ones and twos, pillars, trees planted at the scrum.
Fourteens bursting forth, tigers to the goal line.
Worsley thrown down, bouncing off the ground
bodies piled in scrum, soaked, steaming.
Faces red, unkind words
coaches in the stands, impotent.
Another penalty won by baby-faced Parra.
12 to 7
Mister Owens laying down the law.
Servat's jersey torn from his shoulder
launching the ball, all rise in a wave to take it
battle is rejoined to the strains of the Marseillaise, the crowd boos the halftime whistle
The roar of the second half, crowd shouting, players yelling, the grunt of the fray.
shoes abandoned on the field, knocked off
out of bounds
hand to hand trench combat
Poitrenaud saves the ball in the end zone
Kerr tackled but dragging guys with him
tides surge and ebb, blue, then white, crashing surf.
OH! la la la laaaa
sixty-first minute, Wilkinson comes in. An English knight, in for Flutey.
Our most feared opponent, but he cannot hold, cannot bring his side to victory.
His jersey is shining clean. He has not enough mud on him.
(my apologies to Scots readers. That was a fine, fine job vs Ireland, but you will just never best France.)
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Ah. I have just learned that this week's topic is to express the presence of an Infinite Intelligence. And me, I've expressed Rugby instead. Just as well.
riding for the warming room . . . .
5 hours ago