The famous view; I rest my bike
against the rail, take a moment to gaze,
catch a breath of beyond, a kick
of vertigo. From here, hills are flattened,
tiny vehicles trickle down the valleys
that stretch to oblivion. Nothing seems
quite real, and I fancy myself as Icarus,
too high to take advice. Or I’ll be Thelma
with the flying curls. Imagine going over
on a laugh, hand-in-hand with Louise.
Or how might it be to plummet
solo through deep air, pass the kestrel,
the low-gliding sisterhood of doves?
It’s not just me. They’ve installed
a row of benches facing the drop, each
named for someone no longer here.
Alex lives in London and Italy. Her pamphlet Other Blackbirds was published by Cinnamon Press, 2016 and her collection White Roads by Paekakariki Press, 2018. Her poems have appeared quite widely in magazines and anthologies in the UK and Italy, and have won awards including the McLellan prize 2014 and the Battered Moons prize 2013.