The following two poems are written by one of our club members, they are reproduced here with their specific permission. Please respect the poet's copyright and no do not reproduce without their permission

These Days in May

These days in May we set our stall
and turned back not; no-one did fall.

“A sport, you say? Just that? No more?
no clashes, no flashes, no rugby score?”
If that is what someone may say
waste not breath upon them, they
who deny achievements or reduce them so.
Resist sharing things they cannot know;
for they were not here
and they did not see 
that look, that beam from you to me.

In months of toil, you didn’t wane;
nothing snuffed that burning flame.
It never flickered when you got ill,
didn’t die in winter’s chill.
So don’t downplay these days in May,
Rejoice, rejoice tonight, I say!
For there’s one thing each of us know;
we came and gave it a bleddy good go!

© Jezz Brokenbridge 2018

 

Big 30

The beach was soft, the sea was blue, 
Seals lounged on islands to the east. 
Birds grey and black searched as they flew, 
For food, not for a mile-long beast. 

A line of wooden vertebrae, 
If gulls had cast their eyes below. 
A caterpillar some might say,
Until the starter called out “Go”!

Exploding water all around,
Three decades in a moment came.
Only desire to drown the sound,
The next years just won’t be the same.

Splintered backbones three times more, 
Then shards of honour in the sky.
A swig, a tear, an aching core.
Propellers spun the droned goodbye.

The beach was soft, the sea was blue. 
Seals lounged on islands to the east. 
Birds grey and black searched as they flew, 
For food, not for a mile-long beast. 

© Jezz Brokenbridge, 2019