National Poetry Day - 5th October 2016
To celebrate National Poetry Day we've brought together all our sporting poetry (and there's plenty!) from two Stoke-on-Trent projects - Sporting Stories, and our collection of Potters 'Arf stories. Read and enjoy.
The time is set – the place appointed
Look up – a sea of faces gazing down
The applause and cheers reverberate around
To create that cacophony of sound
That patters like the rain – upon the pane
By the Vaynol arms, Nant Peris in the early afternoon
There’s a bored young lass a-waitin’ for a lift arranged at noon
The sun is on the high crags, she is keen to be away
But ‘er partner’s stuck in traffic on the by-pass near Conwy...
My dancing dream
Is to be in a good team...
The way to succeed is to try
Sporting Stories writes: Speedway doesn't feature on our list of sports (those which get you fitter through exercise) but Pat's beautifully written piece really captures the community spirit and sense of well-being which comes through participating in any sport, even as a spectator. If you've ever been to Speedway then you'll find this story wonderfully evocative. And the poems are perfect too...
The game always starts with a sharp whistle blast
from the ref - the boss – all-powerful, all-knowing.
An accurate boot propels the ball high
One team waits tensely, the other gets going
You stand once again at the starting line
Waiting for the games to commence
You’ve been here many times before
Yet you must race again and again
Male and female
Young and old
Small and large
They all run
The Potters ‘Arf for me in 2008 was where my running career first began,
I entered a boy and finished a man!
This time around in 2016 dad and daughter came as a team,
Caitlin running the junior race and her first Potters ‘Arf experience, and me in the main event, was a dream.
SPOZ…is an award winning performance poet, singer / songwriter, film maker, playwright and was the poet-in-residence at Birmingham City FC.
A quartet of Potteries active kids,
Have run a mile with a smile and had fun,
Hearts are pumping, pulses are thumping,
With grins at the end of their run,
We’re Lucas’ army,
More than eighty six strong,
We all love Stoke City, so hear our song!
Gracie is number one – six – five
She’s just ran a mile – she’s staying alive!
Dad’s been her chaperone, he ran it too,
Now he’s nipping off to the loo!
Proudly placing his medal ‘round his neck,
Dave Piper is more than his number,
The trepidation of this year’s Potter’s ‘Arf,
Has been waking him up from his slumber!
Chris and Matt have just run for Maccas,
In memory of their good friend Ed,
Part of a team that are thirty two strong,
These boys have been getting ahead!
This is Ben …he’s a man amongst men!
His ninth Potter’s ‘Arf … next year, it’ll be ten,
He’s achieved his goal of sub one – forty,
Which is something special and great,
Put your best foot forward …
And follow it with the other …
Repeat for thirteen point one miles,
For a friend, or a sister, or brother …
They all assemble at the park, just like the hordes of Genghis Khan.
They’re all on a mission to complete, because they know they can.
The day has arrived. The one day they’ve all been training for.
To make a gain, they take the pain. Their muscles tired and sore.