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
- Константин Бальмонт – Над морем
- Анатолий Жигулин – Иду в полях
- Жан де Лафонтен – Мельник, Сын его и Осел
- Вера Полозкова – Детство
- Владимир Высоцкий – Мы живём в большом селе Большие Вилы
- Song—The Tear-drop—“Wae is my heart” by Robert Burns
- The Room by Mark Strand
- The Artist by Sir Walter Raleigh
- Epitaph
- Olney Hymn 66: I Will Praise The Lord At All Times by William Cowper
- A dragonfly that committed suicide by Preeth Nambiar
- Shut Not Your Doors, &c. by Walt Whitman
- Алексей Жемчужников – Ты прав
- There Came a Soul by Rita Dove
- Single Traveller by P. K. Page
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).
