against each other
along the embankment
like sentry boxes
marking the entrance
in April offered
a slice of
the taste of bitter
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.
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.
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.
I’ve not heard of Sea Fever. Where do they take place?
Wells-Next-The-Sea literary festival
Smooth movement from pigeon coops to bitter defeat.
It was far from smooth, but poetry helps round off the rough edges on occasions! Thank you for reading and commenting!
It was smooth in verse. You are welcome.
Football: that’s the one they call BASEBALL in the Latin World, right?
I’ll do the sport, you can do the French. How does that sound? Fair, I hope 😊