QUARK QUARK
I was fishing for quarks
in my mind
whilst playing chess
sometimes the serendipity
of the game
appeals
but not today where
every move is
wrong and
I am getting
battered to Hell
feudal and hierarchical
totally unforgiving on the surface
and in its depth
yet as gorgeous Gary,
incomparable attacker knew
it is all
metaphor, life
lesson
this
from the outset
as he rotates his way at
the table
through every conceivable
variation of every conceivable defence
exuding Russian intensity
and Russian charm
(test and you will see
in exactly
equal meaaure)
meanwhile the quaeks in my
brain are less like
sharks
in the ocean than
Koi in a pond
all flash
but no dash
my game in its death throes
thinking of the
great wizard of
Reykjavik
his brilliance so
beyond me
beyond anything I am
I scan, I plan
only the odd good move
bobbing up
to greet me only when
could not be more obvious
quark
quark
nothing moving
from my side of the board
not now
not ever
poems 2 die for 