voyage avec mon vélo

One of my biggest passions apart from cycling is writing, poetry and the admiration of others scribbles with a pen or with keyboard. Sometime ago I set up another blog called the Lost Muse which features my work and the work of other artists that I admire. One thing that seems to be lacking is work about cycling. so with the aid of a bottle of red wine and my tongue firmly implanted in my check I have knocked up a poem about cycling. If anybody out there knows of any cycling poems I would love to hear of them.

Pedaling forth the spoken circles go

Amidst the rain, the wind and drifting snow

Cadence high, my derailleur set

Travels upon my bicyclette

Tyres on black top, bottles full

Pace lines, hill climbs, my turn to pull

Gears changed, New horizons found

Few dollars given for my weakened pound

Cycling now under the cloudless skies

RayBan's protecting my burning eyes

Bright southern sun and prairie dust

following wheels, with the ultimate trust

The event partaken, one hundred miles long

Wichita, North Texas, now long gone

Manchester this week back with the rain

Cycling in England is one F**cking pain.