Full laughter spills, then concentrate,
a gauntlet dressed as coloured cube,
with grip and steer, coordinate,
in finger flash with orbit stare,
through knuckle lock and wrestle wrist.
There’s craft, sport science brought to bear
as whirl of whorls choreographed
algorithms worked somewhere else;
frustration to satisfaction
in record time by stressed accounts.
This is a sole activity,
just one against a little box.
But boy, in his case, black and white –
defeat was not for contemplate
as he scraped off unfitting tags
and glued them back to suit his tack,
the rainbow fallen face about.
Yet again life’s colourful twists.
but rarely more so apropos.
Stephen Kingsnorth (Cambridge M.A., English & Religious Studies), retired to Wales, UK, from ministry in the Methodist Church due to Parkinson’s Disease, has had pieces curated and published by on-line poetry sites, printed journals and anthologies, including Poetry Potion. He has, like so many, been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net. His blog is at https://poetrykingsnorth.wordpress.com