Life in Poetry

Poetry Ireland Sports Day 25th April 2024

 

It has been a while, so I am grabbing the opportunity of Poetry Day 2024 to reignite myself. Quite by happenstance, I was tasked with driving my grandson to his GAA match on Saturday last. I was correspondingly struggling to write something on ancient Irish Myths, particularly tales around the Túatha Dé Danann. As I watched these youngsters and their extraordinary coaches who encourage them and mind them, this piece came. So, read, enjoy give me some feedback through the button below.

Echoes of the Old on the New Battlefields

 

Warrior chiefs of the GAA were early on the field to prepare:

Posts and cones positioned to mark territories

 

Very young novices came later by parents’ chariots

clad and shod for the ensuing battles

 

Firstly, paced for speed, resilience and flexibility,

then marked off into opposing teams

 

Each warrior chief led a young squad of hopefuls

in further exercises to bring them to fit levels

 

There followed a huddle, an exhortation rant,

responded with clamour of intent and enthusiasm

 

Skirmishes began, speed across the field, hunt for the ball,

to be delivered as the goal, or to be prevented at all costs

 

Warrior chiefs egged on, instructed, altered the field of play

the young ’uns complied with fighting spirit

 

For every fall and hurt spells were cast on the side line

till fitness returned and they were entered back into play

 

Scores mounted, roars enhanced, casualties grew,

novices flagged and regrouped across the fields

 

Between bouts came the talks of encouragement

Stay back, pass, pass, pass, keep the pace.

 

Old hands passing skill onto new palms with dedication,

a gift of generous wisdom gladly given

 

Peter Clarke

20th April 2024