Day 11 Prompt

Here we go prompt was write a sensory poem with a philsophical end:

12th April 2016

The chill is off the air despite my bicycle being blown sideways leather jacket becomes bat wings and my trachea closes my breath is raw and ragged my wheel dips the whole tyre and more into a pothole at speed and as I rise up out of it wavering without falling my breath stops and my heart badums badumbdadumdadums blood in my ears I am grateful for the navy leather gloves returned to me by a friend my bones have been chilled for weeks thrusting fists in pockets at traffic lights near my door the blossom is out uneven on the trees they have not recovered from the early false start spring made in December I can tell the temperature has risen because I can smell the stench of the wheely bins kindness outshines the cold today my heart is warming up


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The Stirred quad is formed of Rebecca Audra Smith, Anna Percy, Jasmine Chatfield and Lenni Sanders.
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