Archive for September, 2011
Posted by thepygmygiant in Poetry on September 29, 2011
by Colin Dardis
There is no thrill in the assured victory,
Lady Fate cradling your path in her palms:
the fight, the struggle, tactics and stratagems,
that’s where the game lies, wrapped up not in silk,
but in blood-stained cotton, knowing mud and sweat,
soil and toil.
Whether you be best or bested,
to be tested is a triumph for all.
The squash match is a jaded contest,
for muscles that know nothing of exertion
will not grow in strength; the unchallenged spirit
will not gain in character; the pugilist
sparring below his weight class deserves
neither his place in the podium nor ring.
Colin Dardis is a poet, artist, and sometimes musician from Northern Ireland. His first collection, ‘left of soul’ is available via lulu.com.