A poem by Brian F Kirkham
14/06/2017
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
Inkdrop is freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, architecture, and artistic expression. With a background in computing, and writing – his pen name harks back to when he played around with rhymes and a fountain pen. Now joined by a selection of created photos from an acquired DSLR camera He shares insights with scribblers of all backgrounds. Outside of visiting museums and exploring the latest in exhibits , he enjoys walking through the countryside in pursuit of the next rainbow.
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