Poem: Riding the Riding BY CLINT WASTLING
Thu 11th June 2020
Lockdown provides more time to cycle.
You feel part of the countryside,
embraced by it, higher on a saddle,
able to peer over hedgerows
at land we’re forbidden to access.
Late spring – the colours are varied,
air scented with May and rapeseed,
verges alive with butterflies:
small white, orange tip, peacock, wall brown.
Cycling The Wolds from
High Hunsley to South Dalton.
A flask of coffee, bananas, biscuits,
for breaks on benches watching
holly blue, tortoiseshell, brimstone yellow.
Fair-weather cyclists indulged by sun
on roads so quiet birdsong delights
and the soil smells damp from dew.
A landscape brim-full under a sky of blue.
Clint's first collection Layers is available direct from Maytree Press.
