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 […]

Love Is…*

” ‘Til death do us part.” ¹ A vow between hearts Made in faith,with love, Before God above. A simple public testament To a life-time’s commitment Walking together, hand in hand, The route imagined but otherwise unplanned. Bound in a shared expression of hope That, no matter what, together they’ll cope: Meeting their challenges, facing […]

Fathers’ Day*

My dad was a remarkable man who lived below the radar, Keen not to court attention lest people thought him bizarre, Judging, as is folks’s wont, his countenance and not his grace: The colour of his skin, not the man behind the face. He told us stories when we asked about the life he’d led […]

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 […]

Love Me/ Love Me Not*

Saint Valentine, a complex soul, Would seem to have so many roles While he, declining recognition, Went about his private mission Loving couples to protect And forging something of a sect… He wedded pairs successfully In the face of great hostility Pledging love til death to part So saving many broken hearts. Between these matches, […]

Partner Ship*

Mental health remains taboo. Perhaps to make it not seems true That any individual Should feel so residual; Pressures building drip by drop Until we feel we’re going to pop Just like a balloon on a candle flame Cooled and reheated over again. A chain of events with no clear source Leaving a residue of […]