John Rickell

Rookie - 235 Points (november 1945 / York)

First Love - Poem by John Rickell

In the hollow by the course
She, with me and Joff
late one Saturday evening,
The day had been a success
I had won again and the prize
Was in the bag, beside my togs.
The laurel wreath, around my neck,
Was twisted, not in greens
But soft pink of woman's arms
and the scents of skin in love.
Victor Laudourum
On the field and track,
Another conquest lay before,
Hazel adoration.....
Better than the crowd.
The August moon in cooling beams
smiled his same old grin.....
we used his light
as he had used the sun
and, cheating watched
the other cheat,
between long dark lashes
each nineteen.........
and scared of love.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 20, 2014

Poem Edited: Thursday, February 20, 2014

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