Puncture

Puncture

A poem by Brian F Kirkham

14/06/2017

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Perhaps it was fate intervening

Under the lights of the one – on – one run off

New champion releases a breath – as old one curses release from a tyre

Cut by something sharp on the road

Taking the title away from him

Until then, the pressure to succeed was all on him

Reflections of what could have been – expected

Even now. he’s giving a cursing glare down the tarmac road

 

Sprint (Paralympic)

In honour of Dame Sarah Storey – who’s just become the UKs most decorated Paralympian.

 

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Dame Sarah Storey – Cutout Art by author from an original c/o Roadcycling.com

 

 

Surpassing all others on two wheels

Paralympic gold tally record – broken

Rio watches and applauds your achievement

In getting the record number of golds

New dame holding the record – that’s gone from the swimming stadium

To the Track of a different kind – the velodrome

Penny Farthing

A Marvel of Invention –

the people look on proud.

A noble gent is making

his way through the crowd.

He’s sat on a seat – made of wood and of brass

awaiting peelers whistle – which lets him go past

Seeing his neighbours going on by

and passing pigeons off tiled roofs they fly.

Just then, rider moves and his bike starts to wobble,

so he looks briefly round for a stray or loose cobble.

But our hero must take care – or else he will fall

So he rides with his head high, body straight and tall.