Track & Field*

I’m feeling slightly overwrought By serial footage of competitive sport… As if the football season Was not sufficient reason For sitting on the sofa, glued to the screen Wondering what might happen And then, what might’ve been; Not really understanding the draw, Much less, the business of keeping score Until I caught crossed paths with […]

Armchair Linesman*

Wimbledon’s just now done and dusted. Plenty there to be deconstructed, Watching the re-runs and slo-mo clips In between the fish and chips… I really just don’t get it at all, The human need to chase a ball, Historically linked by convolution To hunter-gathering evolution, The basic need for proteined food A focus for the […]

Sports Day*

Sports Day… A muffled hooray Belying an inner sense of dismay, The prospect of showing how very unable I ever was in a competitive stable. Couldn’t do anything sporty at all, Except perhaps an inelegant fall… My ‘sports education’, if you’d call it that, To be given a ball and sometimes a bat And simply […]

Square Dance*

Boris Johnson. What a guy…!¹ Kind of looks his victims in the eye, A sideways glance from beneath that fringe Enough to make the most stalwart cringe… Clearly a well-bred, educated gent In certain circles (whatever that meant) -Whatever his moniker might suggest ‘Bout a foppishly arrogant egotist With all the social empathy Of one […]

Marathon Madness*

I couldn’t run for a bus! -Though I appreciate the fuss Attended to the marathon That comes annually to Brighton.¹ For a start, there’s the clearing of 26 miles, An exercise by nature bound to rile As tourists and locals And travelled-in folk’ll Flock like seagulls To witness the spectacle, Few of them thinking to […]

Sport For All

Gold for Great Britain?! Olympics, I was smitten! Who’d ever’ve thought With no interest in sport That someone like me Would sit, wait -and see Such feats of excellence and endeavour Performed with elegance under pressure By folks from my homeland -Can you try to understand? I watched gymnastics as a kid, Static in awe […]

Olympic Endeavour

Watching the Olympics was never my intention With household chores beseeching attention, My firmly asserted lack of interest in sport Undermined by a curious sense of import, This once-in-four-years multinational occasion Weaving its spell in my imagination With feats of grace as much as endeavour, All of it big and all of it clever! Remembering […]