Here’s something for the hockey fans:
Hockey Fans
© 2015 Mollie Pearce McKibbon
O the clacking of sticks
And the scraping of blades,
The shower of ice as
The forward evades
The defenceman.
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O the grunting and groaning,
The thwacking of puck,
The audience moaning
As the goalie’s pad’s struck.
The fans are hoarse screeching;
From the seats they arise
Like angry whales breeching
From water to skies.
As the black rubber disc
Slides toward the net
To bounce off the post,
Meaning – no goal yet!
The home crowd subsides
With a corporate sigh
Like the outgoing tides.
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There is a whacking of bodies
Against the arena boards
And a fist fight erupts
While the organist chords
Bars from “Rocky”.
The referee seizes
The combatants before
Blood flows freely
On the rink’s icy floor.
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The face-off is intense,
But the home team prevails
With a hard slamming shot
And into the net sails
The elusive puck.
There’s a brief pause of surprise,
Then thunder resounds
From the cheers that arise
And quickly compounds.
The other team’s not dismayed,
It’s only first period –
There’s more to be played.
So grab a team jersey
And break out the beer,
The fans are all thirsty
And hockey is here
At last!