BIKERS
Sometimes they weave the open road but now
these urban contenders descend like pigeons
one first, then another
nussle up jostle for space
in marked off areas away from the rest
with impossible engines like dragon's teeth
hot from the chase, pulverising air
bonding against other worlds
they draw admiring glances
in their bloated suits
crustaceans of kevlar
streaked with hi viz
zephyrs from the hides of Japan
masters in a master plan.
raypool
Sun 11th Dec 2016 11:17
THanks Suki: Your poem has a very strong image and packs a lot plenty of description and yes, they seem most to have attitude.
I'm not sure about the cyclist/bikers rapport. I've been around long enough to try all modes but I suppose its first come first deserved. "Moloch eye" is excellent for a start. I wrote a poem called Recumbent on the horizontal bike equally scary recently.
Cheers, appreciated.