Foul Shot

These are some of our poems inspired by Edwin Hoey.  They are moment in time poems about a person and a thing they are using, and depict tension...aren't they awesome.

Scariest thing of my life

With 1 second left on my crying limit

And 60 seconds until she goes down,

The frightened girl in the centre of pupils,

Shot by a formula of tears,

Steps down sideways with her feet

Squeezes her hand on the rope,

Step by step goes down the cliff

Then measures how much further she has to go,

One hand lets go of the rope,

Tightens the rope,

Wobbles,

Wavers,

Falls,

And then pulls her hand up and … misses the rope

The rope

slid up and away,

Slide,

Moved

and stopped

Screeching sound came from the gear

And then,

               And then,

                               And then,

Right before the fall ended

she caught on to the rope.

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SWIMMING

Starting to get ready

Big deep breaths

Moving up to the platform

Waiting for the whistle

Two blocks click together

...off I go!

Fingertips squeeze into the water

The water slithers up my arm

Water trickles through my hair

Arms move

Stretch

Slither

Slip

Legs kick

Soothe

Splash…

And then

       And then

              And then

Right before the finish line

The crowd starts to roar!!!

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The Victory

With 10 people standing on the start board

And green, yellow, red colours shine on the board

A girl, waited for the green to glow

The eyes drew down before she submerged

Turned her head, swimmers be still and ready

But it’s only her that

Shivers

Trembles

Shakes

Exhales

The board

turn green,

then submerge

Dashing fast

the lanes and the walk ways are soaking

                         And then

                                       And then

                                                     And then

Right before the finish horn

audience cheers and celebrates

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With every one done

People waiting for a great show

Boy sits down

Trembling hands, ready to start

Turns to the page

Breathes

Gets in place

Reads the notes

Look at the time signature

Waits,

straightens ,

Thinks,

Then humming the tune

Remembering how to play

Playing in c major

The music flies around

people listening

Plays,

scared,

Nervous,

Continues,

Breathes,

Then stops

Seen lots of smiles in the crowd

And then

               And then

                              And then

There was clapping, cheering

Breathes in and out

Then bows

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Inline

With 4 teammates on the rink,

And a puck waiting to be dropped,

The experienced boy stands on the rink,

Rushing anxiousness speeds through him,

Eyeing the puck nervously,

Steadies himself,

Lines up his stick,

Plans his very first move,

Stares the opponent down,

Tenses,

Relaxes,

Waits,

And then through stiff silence,

Smacks it forward,

The puck,

Spins out and away,

Slides,

Slips,

Skids,

Glides,

Hurtles,

Laughs past players,

Until every face grimaces with painful suspense,

     And then,

And then,

         And then,

Right before the BIG GOAL,

Bounces off the post.

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