We've all gone cycling crazy this weekend, and in honour of the Grand Depart passing very briefly through Derbyshire, here's a commissioned poem I wrote in the voice of a slightly worn-out Derbyshire cyclist. Happy biking, everyone!
A Derbyshire Cyclist’s Song
Cycling
up our county’s tilted hills,
I slow
the pedals, hover bird-like
until
the forge of my own heartbeat stills.
I
think of Tebbit’s famous “on yer bike”.
Did he
mean movement equals fight?
I
don’t know how to name this work,
these
moments of uncomplicated flight:
pitted
against limestone, the path going beserk,
running
away from gravity.
Perhaps
he meant keep on and lose yourself.
If you find meaning in activity
you’ve found the spoke of life itself…
Who
cares. This is my slow labour of like.
I
can’t stop now. I get back on my bike.
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