Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Ode to Beckham

Phew. I'm still in recovery after five days with two five- and seven-year-olds who are a great deal of fun but endless bundles of energy! All respect goes out to parents who deal with children 24-7... I'm exhausted!

In between the play areas of Kensington Gardens and Hyde Park, I stumbled on this poem by the UK's Poet Laureate, Carol Ann Duffy. Duffy holds a special place in my heart as The Man and I decided to have one of her poems read at our wedding.


by Carol Ann Duffy, inspired by David Beckham's Achilles' tendon

Myth's river — where his mother dipped him, fished him, a
slippery golden boy flowed on, his name on its lips.

Without him, it was
prophesied, they would not take Troy.

Women hid him, concealed him in
girls' sarongs; days of sweetmeats, spices, silver songs...

But when
Odysseus came, with an athlete's build, a sword and a shield, he followed him to
the battlefield, the crowd's roar,

And it was sport, not war, his
charmed foot on the ball...

But then his heel, his heel, his heel...


Theresa Milstein said...

Wonderful poem. I'm showing this to my eleven-year-old son, who is a big mythology buff.

Children require stamina building. I handle it better with my own than I did when I watched my baby nephew once a week. And I was pregnant at the time, saying, "What have I gotten myself info?"

Theresa Milstein said...

I read it to my son, who said, "Makes sense. Cool."

Nancy J. Parra said...

Awesome poem. Thanks for sharing!

Marsha Moore said...

Thanks, Theresa - so glad your son enjoyed it! You have very clever offspring. :)

And thanks, Nancy.