Feeding a baby on a motorcycle

traffic in motion

Wedged tight. Mum holding me,
another back presses:
shiny leather. A ball of metal
gleams, hurts my eyes;
a bottle pushed, suck, suck.
Swerve fast, swerve, slow; tighter
grip; nervous eyes gaze down.
A whisper: he will protect
us my love, my life. Eat now,
nearly there. Wedged tight.


Categories: Just Poetry

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2 replies

  1. I love it! Very unexpected point of view…I do wonder what inspired the though!

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