Riding a bike for the first time for forty years

Not a bike to boast about, it had one speed: forward.
To stop I back-peddled. But hey! it was a bike,
no one was looking, and every downhill minute was wonderful.


jacket-wings flying

upheld by pedaling feet                                          IMG_5789 blog '11Cops' bikes

I am a bird
a victorious Icarus
feathers metal-held
spokes blurring

I soar over the cliff top
on a golden chariot
drawn by four beasts
bear, lynx, coyote, eagle

reins lengthen along their backs
through a breath of cloud
beyond the turning-circle of planets

and I am gone
gone to Never-Never-Land

pirates vanquished
lost childhood found


Poem-of-the-Month in Long Story Short September 2009

About Joanna M. Weston

Born in England, she lives in British Columbia. She is married with three sons, Joanna has an MA from the University of British Columbia. She has published in numerous anthologies and in magazines in Canada, the US, UK, and New Zealand, such as Canadian Women's Studies, Convolvus, Endless Mountains Review, Grain, Green's Magazine, Prairie Fire, Spin, Wascana Review, CBC Gallery, and many more...
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2 Responses to Riding a bike for the first time for forty years

  1. veehcirra says:

    wow this impressive is it like a real story or fiction ….

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