I normally hide away my poetry on Substack, but it’s Derby day!
Enjoy!
Infinite Blue
The world was Chaos once, a rude and undeveloped mass,
A shapeless heap where the sun forgot to cast its light
And we, the wretched, stood knocking at the sepulchre-door,
Watching the storm-clouds gather in the silence of the night.
The body was weak, unable to endure any effort,
A spirit that matched its pain in this barbarous land,
Like Ovid in exile, pining for the City I had lost
With only the black pebbles of the urn within my hand.
But through the flying boots, a Cannonball began to fly
With his blond mane and a bullet header to find the net
The Royal Blue jersey was soaked with the blood of the soul
A martyr’s oath that whispered: “We are not finished yet.”
“I’d have died for Everton,” the bloodied mask declared
Teaching us all that great things are possible and near
For One Blue is worth twenty of any other shade,
A Corinthian grace that breaks the chains of every fear.
Now the God, or kindly Nature, has ended the strife,
And what never was is now, as the once broken house begins to rise
The pebbles in the urn have turned from black to white,
As the uplifted faces of Blues turn our eyes toward the skies.
The School of Science is the architect of this new day
The right tool for the job to alter nature and its ways
Be patient and tough, for this pain will be useful to you,
As the cloud-like roof catches the starriest of rays.
Behold the Blue Wall rising on the banks of our blue regal stream,
Where the brick plinth of history meets the glass of the future’s door,
The foghorns of the Mersey are the Oracles of the mind,
Declaring that the ponderous weight shall burden us no more.
From a very low base, we emerge from the gloom,
Crying a victorious Yes” to the future we have found
Nil Satis Nisi Optimum, the standard of our soul,
As the Greatest Ever Team is finally homeward-bound.
“Nothing perishes in the world; it only varies and renews,”
And the spirit that matched its hardships has won the name,
Everton, the City’s senior club, and I, the transformed soul,
Are one and the same in this metamorphic game.
The traveling is ended, the land of opportunity is here
With unobstructed sightlines to the glory yet to be,
For the Blue metamorphosis has turned survival into stars,
And the great prize belongs to the healed and the free.
COYBs