A friend of mine challenged me to write a poem about football. Although I don’t mind watching football (AFL or soccer), I am much more of a rugby gal. And I love my Wallabies.
In hunting around for a form to try, I came across the ghazal, which I had only every heard of as a sung form in India. I like the idea of a series of couplets that are connected, but can also stand alone.
So I have written a ghazal for the Wallabies.
It could be set to music and become the club song…
And my Uncle Fred could stick his wooden leg up his arse and say “How’s that for a toffee apple” but it’s unlikely….
An evening bright, lit by neon
A sporting fight, about to begin
Tattooed sons of Wanganui stand proud
As we face the fact that it is death.
They shall play this in heaven, too
St Peter will be the touch-judge
Eight hundred kilos of genius
Bearing down as they touch, pause and engage.
My yearning pulls me out of my seat
I scream as if I were being eviscerated
Onwards they drive, never wavering
Surging forward for the try
As Leali’fano converts, again
My heart rejoices in the knowledge
The silver cup will come home once more
And the power and the glory shall be ours