Cod Almighty | Article

by Alistair Wilkinson

6 September 2024

It was the best of times, it was still the best of times. Our local Poet Laureate waxes his lyrical computer keys to whip up a storm of happy moments from a weekend of content and contentment. Goodbye grey skies, hello blue. Oh happy days.

A Perfect Saturday at the Death of August 2024

Joy is those times that feel like full fibre,
Like me dad's beer and chips for a fiver:
Our delight on that breakthrough Saturday,
Hearing Root, seeing Town, all in 4k!
Keep the high with a trip to Parkway
An Alien film that's more than okay!
An old student, a new friend, shares a poem
And it's beautiful. So much is growing
And on this day we like where we're going.

Hope comes as an automatic download;
Presubscribed, we're a long way down that road,
Riding a Ferrari in racing Green -
Kieran Bellingham, where have you been?
Flying the fast lane, a sight to be seen!
We're loving all eleven, what a team!
Shared with me sons, space age, old kids, new men,
Shouting for Iceland; they never know when
They will get to have this feeling again.

Feel that engine even if the brakes are shot.
Hope. Feel the joy, this iced land is hot.
This is a good day, these are the good days,
These are the times when Buffy Summers slays,
These are the moments everyone says
It's just so damned good to be black and white.
So, ignore vampires that wait in the night.
Love the hope that buoys, let it be the light,
Let it heat, let it thrill on this best of days.