Poetry Corner


Used with permission
Weaving down roads I can flirt with the line 
stitching up miles, I’m just chasing time 

errors of judgement, what do I care? 
I dally for coffee, I stop for repair 

my bones knit together, my body will mend 
accelerate gently, lean in to that bend 

with belief that my journey will be good and long 
supreme in my judgement, I’m vital and strong 

rain brings up an oil slick – 
I falter, I slide 

in jangling confusion, the road opens wide 
unravels my journey, then slams on the lid 

My life is just one long motorbike skid 

Bridget Enever