Opening Gambit*

Oh, dear me, B.H.A.F.C… Whenever was yellow for victory? Third in the order of the rainbow’s scope¹ Already a self-limiting sign of hope Faced with the primary colour of red… Do you wish you’d chosen something else instead? I’m really no mistress of protocol But surely the yellow’s an obvious own goal…?! Historical colour of […]

Happy Every After*

Happy Ever After- the fairy tale dream Where we sometimes forget things aren’t always as they seem, Misty-eyed wonder at fairy tale endings Forgetting that’s when we were only pretending; Forgetting that lads no longer ride horses, Glued to the Sport and 18-hole courses, These postmodern hunter-gatherer ways Sophisticated, some might say: No riding on […]

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 […]