avatarClaire Kelly

Summary

The author reminisces about learning and playing chess with their grandfather, reflecting on the joy and wisdom gained from these experiences.

Abstract

The poem "The Chess Game" recounts the author's childhood memories of playing chess with their grandfather. At the age of six, the author was introduced to the complexities of the game, including the unique movements of each piece. The grandfather, portrayed as an expert player, taught the author valuable life lessons through the strategic game, which was both a challenging and rewarding experience. Despite the difficulty of winning against such a skilled opponent, the author cherishes the bond formed over the chessboard and looks forward to future games. The poem concludes with a thank you to the readers and a promotion of the author's publication, "Write Under the Moon," which explores the inspiration behind writing.

Opinions

  • The author fondly recalls their grandfather's enthusiasm for teaching chess at a young age.
  • The grandfather is depicted as a highly skilled chess player with an almost mystical ability to predict and execute the perfect moves.
  • The author expresses admiration for the grandfather's strategic prowess, particularly his use of the queen and the knight's unique movement.
  • There is a sense of awe and respect for the grandfather's wisdom, both in chess and in life.
  • The author appreciates the depth of the game and the time spent with their grandfather, despite the challenge of the game and the inevitability of losing to him.
  • The chess games are remembered as a cherished tradition, full of learning and bonding, rather than just a competition.
  • The author hints at a desire to understand the grandfather's thought process and the source of his wisdom.
  • The poem suggests that the author values the lessons learned from chess and looks forward to continuing the tradition.

Poetry

The Chess Game

Chess with my Grandfather.

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Chess Games

I still can remember when I was about six years old then

my grandfather loudly told my mother though I was young

I was nonetheless old enough to learn the ways of chess

And so it began pawns castles those bishops too

A knight that can hop two squares then one I thought the knight was the most fun

The king which honestly he can’t do much of anything

The queen she is seen all over the land diagonal sideways whatever way this lady wants to play

We would go for one hour and many more the game never tasted sour I never knew what he had in store But it was never a bore Though it was a bit of a chore

My grandfather knew everything I did not like what to contemplate what steps to take whether to use the castle or the bishop too and the perfect moves to make for the final checkmate

It was impossible to win against this guy with a gleam in his eye and smoke from his pipe he could see the unseen as if he practiced chess under the black of night

If he were a betting man he could put his wins into a little bin and take off down the road with great fortunes yet to be told

I wanted to peek inside his wise grandfatherly mind reach to seek how he knew such things about all things

Nowadays I can say that one day we will play chess once again

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