for a busman's holiday in the PRC
the Scrabble tourney is in limbo
for four months or more there'll be no entry
unopened in the company of its mates
tiles hibernating in their bag, battered and brown
tile holders, the carousel perched atop ...
the good book (the bible) forlorn and weighed down
the real story is to be found in the Victory exercise book
recalling times and places through the ages
games played with humour or intensity
from '04 to '08 neatly recorded in its pages
the present score stands in my favour
159 to 143 in the short and long version
but who's counting ... it's a game we play
more for pleasure and relaxation than diversion
this game and competition has been waged
in many a location ... two islands, four states and a territory
from the South Alligator to Kakadu to Albany in WA
or Wilson's Prom to Darwin, Norfolk Island's a story
Melbourne, Kingaroy, Bendigo, Cowaramup, Walpole
Bunbury, Apollo Bay, Marcoola, Coochie and Mallacoota
Roma,Carnarvon, Sydney .. many a beautiful place
we hope to play at a few more before we say ta ta
the expectation of the game in the evening is gone
instead I slip into the grip of the grape and guitar
ruminating about games played in competition intense
with my opponent who's away and very, very far
1 comment:
If this piece ain't ruminating I dodn't know what is. A nice personal ode bordering on a lament, obviously done 'in the grip of the grape' and a guitar by your side. I love that expression.
FRED
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