Another lost game

Almost cracking my skull in between my palms,
As I try to show my skill,
But my secrets I must not spill
I try to suppress my glee,
Of the trap I have set for him.

I look above as if in a trance,
But there’s nobody or nothing above,
In my head the pieces move,
There I have my very own chequered board,
On it I do as I please.

My opponent is cornered,
But I don’t mean him any harm
Only to win
I will prevail,
What if this, what if that?
I am still winning.

Reminisce I do of a masterpiece,
Once played by a master,
Imitation the greatest compliment,
Today I’m giving it a go,
This will be a game to remember.

With impatience my opponent writhes,
When will I move,
Staring at me as if to penetrate my mind,
And get to my thoughts,
He circles the table like a vulture,
Waiting on its dying prey,
Finally with the gentleness of dove,
A piece is moved.

My delight is suddenly gone,
Oh no!
Something I had overlooked,
It was bright and sunny a day,
Suddenly there is a gale,
Big grey clouds warn of a mighty storm

My grin turns to a scowl without warning,
And the scowl into a fierce grimace,
But I must keep my cool,
Lest my folly is discovered,
Unbelievable it may seem.

I am taunted by looks from the spectators,
As if they enquire of my seriousness,
How I wish I could just fly away,
My king is dead,
Its checkmate,
It’s another lost game,
A lost game of chess.

Bruce Mubayiwa

I am the founder and editor of Africa Chess Net. I have been playing chess for over 25 years and love writing about the game. Our goal is simple, to get more people playing chess in Africa! The game of chess is not only absorbing but a great deal of fun.

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