Poetic Journal Year 166 B.E.

166.12 Dreaming her way to the Green Bicycle Tea Shop

Dreaming her way to the Green Bicycle Tea Shop

         for Michele Mulligan

Two wheels churn,
the drip and dribble of a Bangor dawn,
splatter the mud
that heralds the yawning yaps
from the green of gardens.
Were not for the motion
she'd remain camouflaged,
green tweed cap cloaked by emerald cape
cycling through cool spray, mist and fog,
the only sound spokes turning,
as they whirl her along Victoria Lane.
She counts the seconds till her tea will steep,
a warm fragrant steam.
While worlds and wheels turn underneath
above her skies weep her Hibernian dreams.

© 2009 Kåre Enga [166.12] 2009-003-28

Revised 4/14 from:

Dreaming her way to the Green Bicycle Tea Shop

         for Michele Mulligan

Two wheels churn,
the drip and dribble of a Bangor dawn,
splatter the mud
that heralds the yawning green of gardens.
If it were not for the motion
she'd remain camouflaged,
a green tweed cap cloaked by an emerald cape
cycling through cool mist and fog,
the only sound her spokes turning,
as they whirl along Victoria Lane.
She counts the seconds till her tea will steep,
a warm fragrant steam.
While worlds and wheels turn underneath
above her skies weep her Hibernian dreams.


© 2009 Kåre Enga [166.12] 2009-003-28