They led it round the garden and yard on a long rein. They fed it oil. It was black as my jet black boots, heavy as a gate. It ticked, shone. Climbing on it, I felt it shy, lunge beneath me, clatter to earth. They held me up, the men, laughing, shouldered me … Continue reading ‘A Lady Cyclist Learns to Cycle (England, 1917)’ by Jonathan Davidson
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A poem by Jonathan Davidson
Atrocity To die in a ditch or on a bombed-out Bus on the way to a market You’ll never reach. To have it all ended that easily, Cameras coming afterwards, Expressions of non-joy. You will never inhabit old age, friend. You will never sit in a quiet square Towards evening, hearing … Continue reading A poem by Jonathan Davidson
