The Gambler takes the form of a sonnet and was born during my first creative writing course with The Open University back in 2012.
Crowds gather as he enters the blurred place,
the game begins as cards are flipped and laid,
kibitzers nod heads and scan his rat face,
as he sets down his tall tower to play.
A black ace and picture card call the tune
on the table where he makes his first stake,
the squeezing masses mutter its Pontoon
and snigger as they observe this sport snake.
His pile gets high and the pack all cluster,
twist again, twist again, twist again more,
he bites his lips and eyes up the structure
his head throbs as he notes it’s twenty-four.
The gambler’s face pales and his heartbeat pounds,
his legs crush as he cascades to the ground.