Poetry Blogs (Tennis)
Standing your turf
wielding a giant pen.
Power serving words,
determined to win.
Into the net,
out of bounds,
Will you be the
pinnacle of calm
or pull a McEnroe?
Steady your pace
or steamroll every
opponent you face?
Thursday 31st January 2019 6:56 pm
at a Women’s Seniors Tennis Match
Sitting in this chair I see you,
Tension stretching every nerve.
My life’s tea would be much sweeter
With you there, “Miss Mills to serve.”
I remember other summers.
Football king meets tennis queen:
At first sight I lost my heart
To you, Miss Mills, at just “Fifteen, love.”
Friday 5th July 2013 9:06 pm