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
15 random poems
- The Motherless Child by William Barnes
- An Epitaph poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- A Schoolyard Shame by Ryan Isaacson
- Ольга Седакова – Азаровка
- In Tara’s Halls by William Butler Yeats
- Иван Мятлев – Падучая звезда
- How cruel are the parents by Robert Burns
- Morning Express by Siegfried Sassoon
- Admonition by William Wordsworth
- Ольга Берггольц – Борису Корнилову
- Autumn Song by Sarojini Naidu
- Ольга Берггольц – Триптих 1949 года
- Moonbeam flowers by Preeth Nambiar
- little Sara’s sleep by Raj Arumugam
- Does Our Spirit Fly Away by Mary Etta Metcalf
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Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
