The Dawn of a New Season

A short poem describing the excitement another new season brings!

As the cricket season draweth near, 

the winter doldrums, fast, become small beer
players and officials most revere,
search for crumpled whites and dusty gear 

The great fraternity from hibernation reappear,
as an awakening bear, stern and austere
then do imbue each other's speculative ear ,
with various conundrums intended sincere

Their curiosity doth blend and cohere,
like prophets gazing into a crystal sphere
before a ball is bowled cavalier,
or struck back eagerly, without fear!

Will the sun from a blue background adhere
and shine warm, bright and clear? 
Which team will lift the cup in cheer,
or sit proudly atop the summit of the premier? 

What bowler and which batsman will domineer
and top the averages for this year?
Long into the night shall they persevere,
about the game all so endear!

From common man to noble peer 
all must wait patiently to hear,

as father time rows forward at steady steer
in a pearly craft of gilded veneer, like a celestial gondolier!

Indeed let's pray an almighty hand from zenith tier,
shall never bowl a ball to end his career
the consequence of which would be rather severe
As both you, me and the universe, into a black-hole 

would instantaneously, disappear!

Reviews

[emmajoy]

Methinks this is the grand prix poem for/to cricket! How very clever to use the -eer sound throughout.. must have taxed the brain at times, especially needing to be wary of meter! You've travelled from opening to close of season, finishing with that fine and appropirate last verse!

'Indeed let's pray an almighty hand from zenith tier, ~ shall never bowl a ball to end his career ~ the consequence of which would be rather severe ~ As both you, me and the universe, into a black-hole ~ would instantaneously, disappear!

[Tom]

Thank you Emma Joy, another new day, so far so good !

[emmajoy]

And what about the Ashes!!!!

[Tom]

Good fun !

[Coyote Poetry]

I will have to watch this game now. I like the way you describe life and the game. Make it come alive and fun to be played. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Great Aunt Astri]

NAH!! men talk! I believe we live in a STEADY STATE UNIVERSE (PS I ma already down a black hole)
Actually I did like the poem. Unlike cricket it was quite 'racey' and made a good read.

[Tom]

Thank you Great Aunt Astri, I dare say you could be right !

[Keith]

Not a player myself, but many a work collegue gets edgy and fired up as each new season starts. You have captured it well in this piece.

[Tom]

Thanks again Keith, another cricket one as is a lot of my poems, not everyone's cup of tea but I enjoy scribing my experiences about the game down on paper !

[Aethereal]

Ah, you did it again, you carried out one sound to the limit, the "eer" sound. You place your reader in the game here.

[Sami Khalil]

Wow . A splendid read and write. Well penned and beautiful to the core...:)

[Sheila Kline]

Though I know very little about the game of Cricket, I am inspired by your words to want a victory, and to learn more of the game!
Excellent rhyming - amazing that you carried it all the way through with perfection! One observation - why the 6 lines next to last verse, and 5 lines for last verse when all others had 4 lines? Is this a specific form of poetry?

[Tom]

Thanks Sheila, its a good point you make, the extra lines maybe break up the continuity of the poem, but its just the way it came out I guess ?

[Sheila Kline]

No, not at all. It was just different. I often vary styles and thought it might be a particular format. I wouldn't change it!!