Almanac Poetry: She’s a Grid Girl

 

I wrote this one a couple of years ago.  But the Grid Girl seems to have reached saturation point this summer.  I’m now looking forward to whatever comes next.

 

Polly in tight bike shorts, walks her big dogs

Along the sandy strips that link seaside towns,

On her way to morning café dialogues.

She leans back hard against her leashed blood hounds

Her muscled legs arching from boot to mons,

Her calves seizing the day in leaps and bounds,

She’s a grid girl, striding out at Le Mans,

An active wear vision; she’s a demi-god.

Her headphones are full of headphone songs.

In the line, her friends salivate upon her dogs,

While coffee beans grind, through grinding cogs.

 

 

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