On the TV at the azure blue Olympic Hockey Centre in Deodoro,
our keeper’s saving everything, the Dutch careless when faced with pressure,
the gold medal swaying the way of our women. It’s the first time
I’ve paid much attention to this stick-wielding sport but when Webb swerves, turns, clouts the yellow ball into the net,
I’m chuffed for us as a cheer detonates and there’s an ecstatic bouncing circle of red.
Written: October 2016. Explanation: To mark National Poetry Day on 6th October, I wrote 25 poems over the course of eight days, and sent one poem each to one of 25 of my Facebook friends. After some deliberation, I am now posting the poems on HP (in order of when they were written), albeit not all in one go. 'Firework' is poem one, for those of you who wish to read the series in full, in order. None of the poems are about their recipients. Note: 'Number 24' refers to the fact that Team GB's women winning hockey gold at this year's Rio Olympics was our 24th gold medal of the games at that point. All feedback welcome. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page. NOTE: Many of my older pieces will be removed from HP at some point in the future.