Snooker Poetry

Snooker poetry as a subject is new to me. However, as a kid growing up I used to love watching the programme ‘Pot Black’ on a Friday night. Why the powers that be back then broadcast this sole TV snooker show at 9pm I’ll never know. From memory, no one swore and everyone wore clothes.

Over the years, words have grown to mean more and more to me. And so, when by chance I thought about the concept for this poem, I was unable to let it go. The notion took no time but the completed piece consumed weeks.

I hope ‘Reincarnation’ resonates. Please share thoughts and feedback.

Reincarnation