My only experience of hurling was near Carroll’s Cross, when I saw a team practising in a field.
Left Field
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Lined up like the Waterford cows,
metal bodies glitter in an Irish field.
Black rubber circles squelching
acres of reconstituted bovine cud.
A Friesian audience has gathered
to ruminate on two-legged animals
with red and white coats, running
and Hurling a stone to each other,
between showers, near Carroll’s Cross.
Frances Macaulay Forde © 2003
Long-listed in the Plough Prize 2007 Short Poems .
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An interesting poem, Frances!
Yes, hurling has many faces.
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Thanks Jean – your posts often inspire me. 🙂
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Love the “acres of reconstituted bovine cud”. Most delicate!
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Thanks, Harry.
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Can’t seem to decide on the correct spelling… I think it should be Carroll’s Cross. Thanks for reading. :-))
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Yes, Carroll’s Cross.
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