Red Hands ready.

Red Hands ready.

A Poem by Pól

The clash of the ash

the kick of a ball,

oh my God

the thrill of it all.

Fervent colours

frenzied fans

brought to their feet

in delirious awe.

"Take your point

the goals will come".

Cats lick their whiskers

they have the cream,

as Red Hands ready

to reach again.

 

 

© Paul O' Neill 2012

© 2013 Pól


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Thank you ,Circe

Posted 12 Years Ago


a very momentous feeling in this piece... I like the energy, the air of excitement, anticipation, something suspenseful in the game.. it's not over, they're always ready to fight back..

Posted 12 Years Ago



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