all degrees of Englishmen are here
and fill the stands around the ground.
Knowledgeable cricket-types and MCC,
the interested-enough and Barmy Army,
united in the quest for winter sun,
they arrive in groups or bring their wives
who sip beside a pool all day;
it’s mostly men with cricket tix.
There are few black faces in the crowd.
Cricket’s lost its grip on the Caribbean
and the price of tix forbids the many.
It’s sad to see a Windies home series
re-colonized by foreign fans
and money. Yes, always, it’s money.
© Richard Devereux
Richard is a member of Lansdown Poets and Bristol Stanza. His collection Bill tells the story of his grandfather, a soldier of World War One who fought on the Balkan front in northern Greece. Richard taught English in Athens and his knowledge of Greece inspires and informs much of his writing. His poems have appeared in several anthologies and on-line magazines.