POEM OF THE MONTH: JULY EDITION
Sonnet to a football - written by Christopher Towers
With its pentagonal panels of black
and mystical shapes of brilliance in white,
I took my Telstar to the garden back.
I was Gerd Muller by the patio light.
Entranced with my luxurious leather,
I saw shirts of Orange and Cruyff in flight.
This spherical pearl, strong yet a feather,
consuming my world on a Sunday night.
When school beckoned in a morning cruel,
I had to part with my Telstar, my sweet.
Whilst Monday was fated, I was no fool,
dreaming of patios and a ball at feet.
With Pentagons black, with a sheen and smell,
I lived for wonder, beyond the school bell.