47 (A Poem in Homage to Adam Johnson, former Nottingham Panthers Ice Hockey Player)



Upon a glassy stage,

a Panther goes to sleep,

to melt away, such sporting rage,

the other five do weep,


but Adam’s roar will echo,

all over Motorpoint,

where warmth, can be found on snow,

fond memories are conjoint,


with accidental footed blade,

he becomes an athlete martyr,

black gold and whites, say well played,

to premature departer,


a shirt with 47,

now hangs in locker room,

with Johnson, now in heaven,

he can now in soul, resume.

  • Author: AuburnScribbler (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 2nd, 2023 10:13
  • Comment from author about the poem: Some very sad news has happened recently, and I thought I would write a small homage. Adam Johnson, a former ice hockey player for the Nottingham Panthers, has died at the age of 29, after an accident on the rink, which involved a fatal gash in his neck, from another player's ice skate. Though, obviously, an inquest is pending, the most important thing, in my opinion, is for his family to have the time to process such devastating news, and for people who love him, to pay their heartfelt tributes, in their customary fashion. With that in mind, I give you, and him, this little poetic send off. Rest in peace Adam, and as always, please do stay safe everyone.
  • Category: Special occasion
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  • Bella Shepard

    A beautifuliful elegy. Sadly a life cut short, and a destiny denied. You have done him great honor.

    • AuburnScribbler

      Thanks for the read Bella, and for your very kinds, they're very much appreciated.

      I just hope that Adam's family and friends can find a way to cope, in such a hard time.

      I hope that all is well.

    • Goldfinch60

      Wonderful tribute Ben. So young to have passed from this world.


      • AuburnScribbler

        Thanks for the read Andy, and for your kind words, they're very much appreciated, and yeah, far too young to go.

        I hope that all is well.

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