Iona Twiston-Davies (Second prizewinner)
Matthew Arnold School, Oxford
There’s this road.
Long, long road.
And there’s this bike,
With me on it.
And the road is flooded with fog.
And it feels like touchable nothing.
And I can barely see the wheel before my knees,
Let alone the end of the road.
And the trees on either side flicker.
And all is grey.
And doubt sets in,
Like a slow stomach clamp.
And I think,
Why should it ever stop?
Grey legs turning.
Grey breath in the air.
Why shouldn’t it go on and on forever and ever?
- Date February 10, 2015
- Tags 2009 Doubt - Winning Poems