Bicycle Ride
by Pat Mullan
I sat on the cold handlebars
my thighs bone-tight to the metal
as you pushed me
Your breath spluttered
hot on my neck
like the engine in
your old Morris Minor
Up and up that brae
you pushed till you seemed
to stand still on the pedals
almost waiting to fall
Hailstones beat down
on my bare legs
till they were scourged red
but I don’t remember the pain
I only remember your strength
and your closeness.
We were never like that again.
End of the poem
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- Xai Kou From Book Seeds Of Faith
- Crazy Jane On The Day Of Judgment by William Butler Yeats
- Jock O The Side poem – Andrew Lang poems
- On The Dunes by Sara Teasdale
- A London Plane-Tree poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
- The rainy Pleiads wester poem – A. E. Housman
- The Lament of the Border Cattle Thief by Rudyard Kipling
- Жан де Лафонтен – Язычник и деревянный Идол
- English Poetry. Adam Lindsay Gordon. Bellona. Адам Линдсей Гордон.
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- Interview With Joseph D’Agnese, Author Of Jersey Heat
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