POETRY
Island Bike Ride
A Free Verse Poem Trappings on the Roads of an Island
To feel the cooling air as I ride under the hot sun,
A steady speed to take it all in and
Enjoy the citrus smells.
The smell of; is that weed?
It’s not my flavour,
Still, it brings a smile to my face.
Pungent smells of uncollected rubbish,
I prefer the weed.
Reminiscing how the dusty dirt red rocky roads
Had now been paved over
With a road full of potholes,
It was safer back then
As a false sense of security
Comes with cracked clumsily laid concrete
Luring confident speed from the rider
As they are thrown off their
Machines by the deepening potholes
From years of disrepair and rain.
“Island Tattoo” is the given name
In jest by those who
Have managed to avoid this fate,
So far.
I feel the need for speed
It’s a buzz on these winding roads,
My foot and hand are
Always near the break
As the unexpected always crops up
To free you from your
Speeding machine.
Monkeys, dogs, cats and rubbish,
Even humans throw themselves
In the way as if to test you.
Ha! Pay attention!
As the ring tightens and
The heart runs with a shocking
Palpitation.
Thank feck that was not a kid!
I think I will it slow down a bit.
Oh; no, I had my fun,
I’m just going to take in the view
And remind myself I’m no longer a kid
Anymore. life is better
With the wind in my hair
Not my hair in the road,
At an Islands steady pace.
Thank you for reading. J.
Thank you for your support and for giving my words a home!
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