The Cyclist Mad

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

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The Cyclist Mad, that was his name

a hundred and twenty years ago.

A child glad that sailed the same

through sunshine and through shadow.

 

And whisked he on the wind a tune

then rolling, wheeling like a balloon

atop his rosy, blustering cycle

then plunging downward for a while.

 

But peculiar tides beat at his seat

freewheeling now 'twas not so sweet

tat-tat, beguiled in a cloud of stardust

smokeringed, blithering, wanderlust. 

 

And when he came back down again

not child form but a sign most deign

and curiously wonder at the girl beside

most magically taken on the ride. 

 

 


Submitted: January 27, 2021

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Christy Writes

This is really cute. Your writing style fits folktales and myths quite well. :)

Thu, January 28th, 2021 1:40pm

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Thanks. I appreciate :)

Thu, January 28th, 2021 8:09am

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