A Poem for a MotorcycleI`d always hoped I’d overcome the craving and forget about two wheels and an engine. During years in offices wearing pencil skirts too tight to allow the necessary over-seat leg-swing, I’d watch Moto Guzzis and Nortons go by, straighten the crease in my stockings, and step in heels from a car. (Poem extract and image: Copyright: Frieda Hughes)
