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Tuesday 9 July 2019

MIdnight Riders


Midnight Riders

The gentle swishing of the rubber on the road
With whirring wheels and gears well-oiled
Reduced to almost stealthy silence
Sudden dashing apparitions
Cycles swift looming from the shadows
Sweeping across the empty car parks
The wrong way down the one-way streets
Along the forbidden pavements
Through the empty market place
No hands and leaning back
High up in the saddle
And the occasional wheelie
Just because they can
No lights or identifying marks
Darkened clothing
Caps and hoodies
Goggles and scarves
To cover up their faces
Leaving only slits of hungry eyes
Like wind-bitten Wild West horsemen
Or hyenas creeping in among the houses
Under cover of the darkness
The menacing forms of phantoms
Or ghostly insubstantial wraiths
Fast-prowling round the town
To occupy the territory of the night

Copyright Andy Fawthrop 2019

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