The British Grand Prix Poem
Close your eyes, hear that steady beat?
That’s the sound of your heart as you approach your seat
Close your eyes, can you feel the air?
It’s F1 electric and too much for some to bare
Close your eyes, can you hear the air gun
The tyres are on, ready for a first run
Close your eyes, you can hear the car start
Feel the chill down your spine as your nerves tear apart
Close your eyes, approaching down the straight
Your heart skips a beat…then beats double in rate
Close your eyes, feel the vibrations
Through your seat, up your legs, spawning naughty sensations
Close your eyes, smell the exhaust
That’s rubber and clutch as all lines get crossed
Now open your eyes, don’t miss this sight
It’s heaven on wheels in a furious fight
See that beast twitch, violently changing direction
Defying laws of physics, fighting full disconnection
Feel the thrust of its force as it straightens out
Under full throttle as its tail dances about
Watch it mysteriously vanish, into a dot in the distance
From a roar to a scream, to the sound of subsistence
Close your eyes, you can’t see it
Only smell it and hear it and sense its raw spirit
That’s Formula One at the British GP
Silverstone is its home, this Sunday…where will you be?
Image courtesy of Octane Photographic.
Ernie Black, also known as The F1 Poet (@TheF1Poet) has a background in Global Information Technology, project management, comedy and creative writing. His love of Motorsport has served as inspiration as a poet, published author and social media personality. He is happiest in the paddock as he puts his creative spin on stories from the world of the FIA's Formula One, WEC and Formula E series. Based out of North America for RichlandF1.com