Archive for April 5, 2015

The Possibilities Of Defeat

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , on April 5, 2015 by dc

The spotlight fell,

He had a chance
To say something different,

An opportunity to sing
And hear others sing along;

It seemed like one of those
‘Just add water and stir’ moments,

Sweat glistened on his forehead
Like the promise of fame

Was lighting it’s hearth
And sidling in for the kill,

Hiding cackles
In the crackles
Of the fire,

Raising hackles,
Rattling shackles,
He was wired.

The crowd drew in breaths
And sat hungry,

But his first words were forced
And he choked,

His lips looked dry
And his eyes twitched,

He had the greatest speech
The crowd had ever heard,

But his tie sat all wonky
And his hair was absurd.

(It looked like a half destroyed ship
Rocking itself back to life
In a storm).

It was gone,
That one moment,
That sweet chance to shine.

He even asked for a re- take
As the live cameras climbed

Higher and higher
Till there was nothing but ceiling,

The old paintwork peeling
Above this new death.