SKYLARKING – A POEM

For this poem, I was fortunate to have a muse who inspired it – Thank you! Cricket is a sport played worldwide, and Sabina Park, Kingston, Jamaica, is a premier cricket venue.
SKYLARKING
Long lines were twisted through thick gates of colorful gray steel,
The masses closely huddled despite the stifling heat.
The last wisp of sunlight promised to wither it away,
That’s when I saw an angel molded in clay,
One slipped out of heaven to come out to play.
She twirled and pranced softly, prima ballerina on her stage,
She jetéd and pivoted slightly,
In time to the music from loudspeakers around,
I felt the emotion to stop to kiss the ground.
In a flash of forward motion, I rushed past the throngs,
Sprinting by to see her before she elegantly fluttered away.
A great big crowd stood and lingered for the start of the game,
That’s when she glanced in my direction, pirouetting to me.
She laughed at me sweetly and pulled on my shirt sleeve,
A piano spews its melody; purple silver dust fills the air,
I languished in pure ecstasy to have her presence near.
She whisked me to a place not so very far away,
Diamond crystal sky-box overlooking the oval field,
Dining on ambrosia, caviar, grapes, and ice-cold Red Stripe beer.
The green landscape before us with players on the cricket field,
The square-leg, the bowlers, the mid-ons, and the wicket in three.
The scent of an aqua-blue ocean breeze tangy with sea salt,
Sweet moisture of teardrops from the treasure I’d found.
She glided ever so lightly like a fresh cool fragrance in air,
Movement slight and fluid, the Blue Nile sparkling with gold.
She waltzed and slow-danced to violins suspended from somewhere,
Squealing in pure delightful joy when her team made a run.
Saying, bat for the century, one hundred is true fun,
A milestone reached, a goal surpassed, a thing that you must feel,
When you’re there, you’ll understand there’s nothing there but glee.
It’s like you’re up in heaven with cherubims abound,
A crescent moon smiling down sprinkling light to the ground.
Seven hummingbirds swarm to her to add to the sound,
More spectators clapping, and rolling with the wave,
As wickets went dropping and balls just knocked away.
She whipped up a frenzy to scream for a team,
A glorious follow the leader, let’s be joyful all around.
Inspired by the pandemonium, I laughed, giggled, and screamed,
The release of the true spirit when love comes around.
How thankful and how grateful, what good fortune I’d found,
Tickling myself a perky pink to have had such a lark,
The day I met an earth angel romping at Sabina Park.

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