Saturday, 4 October 2014

Twist

A short preamble this week after the emotional roller-coaster of last night's theatre at Bloomfield Road - and a first win of the season for the mighty Seasiders. In the parlance of cliché, 'Life's a bitch and then you die' [unless you're a Buddhist, in which case 'Life's a bitch and then you get to do it all over again'], but in the parlance of game theory, it's all about the streaks: winning, losing, sinister, dextrous etc etc. For what it's worth:




A Hand of Fate
Harlequin’s deck
makes fools of us yet
we can’t resist the play.
Fate, deal what you may…

Four of spades,
that’s music made
from deep within the soul;
Tamla quatrains
in motor city diesel rains…
Twist!
 
Oh. Queen of Hearts,
she learned black arts!
Affection spurned
turned poisonous,
burned a bitter course…
Twist!

Two of diamonds,
offsprung mined
and bright with promise
hold a tight connection
of filial affection…
Twist!

Three of hearts –
women I have truly loved
across the years
[not counting mother!]
Deal me another…
Twist!

Ace of clubs!
Tangerine dream team,
supported since a boy
through thin and thinner
hoping not to fold...
Stick!

Thanks for reading. Have a lucky week, S ;-)
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3 comments:

Sheilagh Dyson said...

Great poem, Steve. Tamla and the tangerine dream struck a chord with me. Thank you.

Christo said...

was a real boost, and thanks for your concern over my non-appearance at Central Library on National Poetry Day - kind thoughts are always appreciated, and I'm much better now, thank you.

Christo said...

The section missed out should read:
"Like your poem, the win against Cardiff..."