Poetry in motion
Some of the Easy Riders may know I thoroughly enjoy being a student, and my latest foray has been into poetry. I’ve struggled writing my essay over the last few months, so decided to try verse, as a different format. Class members described poetry as ‘a stockcube of language’ (ie short and powerful) or ‘a song without music’ (gets young people to take it seriously).
The class was designed to introduce complete beginners to various different forms of verse, each of which I have interpreted with the theme of riding a bike.
Acrostic These have a word running down the capital letters, and here uses the word Braintree. Theme of where we live
Bike ride to Maldon
Across the railway lines
Next up the hill
Riding the flatlands to the
Estuary at Osea
Free Verse No pattern, no rhymes.
A bike ride to A&E
I rode over a squirrel and it scratched me.
I rang 111.
"Wash it in soapy water.
Go to A&E within an hour!"
I rode past a gardener.
"Can I use your bathroom? - I've been scratched by a squirrel."
She gave me a new bar of soap.
A&E were expecting me!
They mentioned sepsis.
I only waited 3 hours (not 4!)
Tetanus jab, antibiotics and a sore arm for a week.
Thank you A&E.
Concrete These poems are written in a specific shape, where the shape adds to the interpretation of the writing. I drew round my hand, and wrote within the shape.
Cathy MacTaggart, "My Hands"
My hands are how I make my art.
They are so precious to me.
But when I ride my bike, I do not repair my own punctures.
Puncture repairs are too hard on my hands for me to damage them,
prising off types, getting covered in oil and dirt.
My solution to a tyre puncture,
is to give the bike (or the problem) to my husband
so he can repair it.
While I make him a cake.
Which he enjoys.
And we each use our optimal skills.
Haiku Japanese in origin. 3 lines: 5-7-5 syllables. About nature and zen moments. Here, applied to the theme of my bike in nature.
Bike ride in springtime
Cycle quickly to keep warm
Cafés need bike trade
Bike ride in summer
Essential to wear sun cream
Dry and bright and hot
Bike ride in autumn
Gravel and leaves - I can skid
Rising mist on fields
Bike ride in winter
Careful in the ice and snow
Do not slip or slide
Couplets I found this one most fun to write
Purely for pleasure I ride my Bike
Most of the time I go where I like
Breathing hard as I warm up slowly
Fell off hard, now my knee is hole-y.
Brush off gravel, spit on the graze
This slight slip-up won't leave me fazed.
Pedalling on, attacking the hill
Ride the chicane, precluding a spill.
Drop down the gears to maintain cadence
Spin, spin, and spin, this is sport science.
Cresting the hill and freewheeling down
Ecstatically laughing, just like a clown.
Desperate with thirst, I spy a tea shop
Perfectly timed, as I'm fit to drop
Search for the padlock, remember the number
Spin the digits and run to the counter
"Your largest scone please, with tea on the side
And extra hot water as we are so dried"
Refreshed and renewed we're back on our bikes
Next time we go out - could use our trikes?