More Chelsea Than Sunderland

‘More Chelsea Than Sunderland’ was prompted by the remark of a doctor of a friend of mine, when asked to comment on his chances of survival from cancer.

It was a serendipitous moment which I must have tucked away for future use, coming upon it in a notebook once my treatment was completed. By then Chelsea had lifted the Premiership title and England had gone out of the World Cup. It seemed interesting to me to link two facets of life, the impact of which were unpredictable and capricious, and yet, like a goal once scored, apparently inevitable.

More Chelsea Than Sunderland

for Humphrey Potts

 

Your doctor’s line predicting

your survival

tickled me

 

watching Terry lift the trophy

before the World Cup

debacle

 

inevitable as May following April

thinking I should be happy

                        imagining

 

that champagne moment

from Riddance (Worple Press, 2012)

2 comments

  1. Alicia

    I really like your poem and the comment that instigated it. It reminded me of my breast care nurse who was a wonderful Valleys woman (I was in Monmouth) and asked me how I was a few days after I got home. I said I was ok but Ruth Picardie had just died of breast cancer and so it was a bit hard. She said ‘Oooh I know – it’s like when you’re on a diet, you see chocolate everywhere.’ I laughed and I’ve remembered it ever since! x

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    • Anthony Wilson

      Dear Alicia
      Thanks so much for taking the time to comment on my poem and accompanying post. It really means a lot that these things find the right audience and take on a life of their own. I’m so pleased this one reached you. With best wishes and thanks, Anthony

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