Roy Harper - 300 words


The poet I listen to most, is Roy Harper. He intermingles his poems amongst the songs during his gigs and so they are on a number of his albums. My other favourite is Spike Milligan as it's such a hoot to read them to my kids.

Here is one of Roy's poems 300 words



I remember Pat Tetley
and romping in grass, that was tall
at the back of the cricket field
trying to catch glimpses of knickers and ass
whilst over the fence they yelled oohed and roared
as Ramidin, Weakes and Frank Warrell scored
I was just a bit young for my own wicked way
and ended up autograph hunting, a prey
the like of which I had never seen before
A different world I suddenly saw and more
they were big and so dark so alive and so fit
mysterious black men with sparkling smiles and white kit
they inspired me a bit

I remember John Leeves stood down at fine leg in my way
Trying to see round him whilst
trying to fathom what England were doing
and then being fixed by the sight of his socks
they were gray
and quite holely and so were his boots,
what was this, I thought laughing,
I could have grown roots
they looked white on the box
but there in the flesh they weren't even approx
and there was his sweater it was yellow as well,
it must have been in the kennel a spell
and with four plastic pints swimming,
blurring the sight,
it was then that I realised that even titanium dioxide isn't quite white

I remember young Foxy walk out to the crease
with my heart in his mouth
and wafting a piece,
smacking a few, punching holes in the sight screen, the Argonaut with the golden fleece
with a blade of new willow, outside the off stump
when he was out, I was
and shared in the fate
I was gutted, pulsated or just a bit late
on the stroke
what was that? of the clock
ah yes all those memories
summer and all those great knocks
and Pat Tettly still sending those messages and all of these years from my brain to my box.

Posted: Thu - April 1, 2004 at 12:43 PM          

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