Poem 797 – Curling

The stone’s released;
two staring eyes,
are fixed on the target.
I’m gripped by the drama,
ensnared by the tension,
and oscillating
advantage. It starts
to bend and curl
and turn until…
Crack! The perfect
ricochet.

I’ve never watched curling before tonight’s Olympic men’s semi-final between Great Britain and Switzerland. Totally transfixed by it.
(19.02.26)

© Ben Quant 2026
Photo by Immo Wegmann on Unsplash

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