Second Helpings

Doom and Gloom Day

Another predictable result in both the finals of the Wimbledon tennis tournament and another disappointing lack of excitement in both. The Monday after the two weeks of Wimbledon we christened Doom and Gloom day as a fortnight of visiting or being glued to the matches on television came to an end.Not so much nowadays, but then most Monday's are pretty gloomy anyway.

I spent very many happy times at Wimbledon with my Mum and it's at such times I miss her most.

So, before the memory of this year's competition fades completely I'm posting another little composition of random thoughts in here and in my new folder. Another rather sad one I'm afraid, but don't worry. I'm not always a miserable sod; only about ninety-nine and a half per cent of the time.


Familiar theme music
Once signifying ecstasy
Now disturbingly heart-wrenching.
Time, the great healer
Not able to enter this arena.
The purples and greens
Strawberries and cream
Aces and volleys
A bitter sweet reminder
Of simpler, happier times.
We loved this place
Explored every forgotten corner
Shot every colourful angle
Complained about the heat, rain, wind
Grumbled over the cost, seats, crowds
Criticised the food, play, views.
And yet our annual paradise
Where laughter reigned
Carefree hearts revelled
Giggles barely suppressed
Precious memories now.
Life and tournaments go on
Winners still euphoric
The tears of losers
Mingling with my own
Now for the ultimate loss
My own Wimbledon partner.


Summer Blues July 4th 2010