Sorry, Doug, cricket again.
Whereas there exists
a vast array of shots open
to a batsman of calibre -
the imperious cut shot,
the swashbuckling sweep,
the full-blooded drive,
the pull shot, the hook,
the subtle glance,
the flick, the nudge even -
only two shots
were available to me:
the block and the hit.
Just wanted to get
bat on ball. The lurch forward
or the lash out.
The other option
denied mugs like me
was the leave,
the assessed ball
rocketing towards you
or digging in and jagging
to leg or off, the delivery
dismissed as unthreatening
treated with a disdainful
shouldering of arms or simply
sniffed at. Unreachable wides
don’t count as leaves
We mugs we just
stood before stumps
blunting or swatting
Who’s to say
we didn’t have
just as much fun
bw
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