What it’s like to belong to a biker ‘gang’

As she makes her way to a weekly meeting for those (like her) who love motorbikes, poet and artist Frieda Hughes meditates on speed, ageing and the open road

At the weight of the previous sky, and the roads / Were washed clean and now dry for a Thursday night, / When bikers meet weekly to be among motorbikes (Frieda Hughes)

BIKE NIGHT

Week after week the rain saturated the earth

Until the overspill ran through grain silos