BROMSGROVE SPORTING'S hopes recede? POEM by The Mowdog...

Pie In the Sky…

Lilac evening sky silhouetted

A black townscape,

Simmering, aflame

But Bromsgrove’s faltering season,

As far as I could tell,

Seemed reflected in the delicate balance

Between joy and burning in hell,

Of opportunities scorned and then regretted…

Mauve March sky hinted

At a promotion’s

Wavering flame

But Sporting’s promising season,

As far as truth could tell,

Seemed afflicted by the acceptance

Of joy turning to hell

And ambitions scorched and thus prevented…

Pete Ray

March 2015

Bromsgrove Sporting’s arrival at Stafford was tinged with disappointment after losing their previous two games and the sky there, with the promise of the church spire and joy, contrasted strongly with the town’s lights, seemingly below the horizon, almost like hell beneath the scene...