Coops balanced
against each other
defying gravity
along the embankment
like sentry boxes
facing south
marking the entrance
to Sunderland
its beach
in April offered
a slice of
Siberia
Roker Park
the taste of bitter
defeat
~
n.b. NaPoWriMo 2022 Day Twenty-three prompt: a poem in the style of Kay Ryan. My kind of poem. I love April, when spring is vibrant, the weather cruel and football reaches its season end. This brief poem is based on a grim day out on 11th April, 1993, but hey, Sunderland stayed up that year, which was nice, for them.
23/04/2022
Journey of Words 
9 responses to “Pigeons”
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Only the second poem I’ve read this morning and I’m amazed at the atmosphere you’ve created! I love the description of the pigeon coops and the transition from pigeons to bitter defeat at Roker Park.
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Hello Kim, Thank you for commenting. I’m glad you liked it. Do you go to any of the Sea Fever events? I’m checking the programme to see if I fancy anything this year.
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I’ve not heard of Sea Fever. Where do they take place?
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Wells-Next-The-Sea literary festival
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Smooth movement from pigeon coops to bitter defeat.
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It was far from smooth, but poetry helps round off the rough edges on occasions! Thank you for reading and commenting!
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It was smooth in verse. You are welcome.
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Football: that’s the one they call BASEBALL in the Latin World, right?
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I’ll do the sport, you can do the French. How does that sound? Fair, I hope 😊