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
- Владислав Ходасевич – Ночь
- Easter Communion poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- Farmer’s Son by William Barnes
- Константин Бальмонт – Черные вороны
- She’s My Ever Lovin’ Machine by Shel Silverstein
- In The New Sun by Philip Levine
- Jonathan: The First Booke by William Alexander
- Иван Киуру – Теленок Леня
- Orlando Furioso Canto 22 by Ludovico Ariosto
- Full of Life, Now. by Walt Whitman
- As We Like It by W H Auden
- Robert Burns: The Bonie Wee Thing:
- The Brigs of Ayr by Robert Burns
- Tears, Idle Tears poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Portrait of a Lady by T. S. Eliot
Some external links:
Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
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).
