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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...


By Carol Ann Duffy, the Poet Laureate  :huh

Zzzzinnnnnggggg. (the sound of that going over my head)
Ooooh I rather like her imagery there.   :love

But perhaps a tad over the top for... a footballer  :lol

Carol Ann bats for the other team, as it were, so it is unlikely to be Lust that induced such high-blown lyricism to Beckham's manly beauty (his rather high-pitched voice always rather spoiled it for me though.)
Clever of her with the heel reference :) but not for me either. I think if I felt reverence for a mythical figure I'd want someone more dignified.

I do approve of Carol's taste generally. :)
Me too  :D
Give me "Ode to a Small Lump of Green Putty I Found in My Armpit One Midsummer Morning" by Poet Master Grunthos any day.



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