[Matt Q]

Hi Ella,

I like this. I get the sense of young people, adolescents or young adults with no responsibilities going off on their bikes, roaming far and wide in the endless days of summer. There's a slow, hazy vibe to the poem which seems to fit the content well.

In my experience, if you write a prose poem, it rarely works to simply insert line-breaks and call it a lineated poem. If the poem's not been written with the line in mind, it tends to show, as, for me, it does here in your lineated version. (I also tend to find the reverse is true, too). I'd stick with the prose poem. Or rewrite it as a lineated poem rather than just chop it up -- but I don't see that you need to. The prose poem works for me.

I prefer "we" over "she". Something about the idea of the cyclists having company. I imagined a small group of school/college friends. It's a different mood if she goes off alone, I think. Plus, less personal -- less intimate -- with "she" than with "we".

You've opted out of capital letters but kept all other punctuation What do you think it adds here, other than making the poem slightly harder to read? -- though to be fair, the Sphere's not the best place to read prose poems, no line-spacing, and very long lines; it may be fine on the page. I guess you could make a case for it adding a certain drifting, summer haze effect.

I reckon there might be something fresher than the somewhat tired/cliché "mile upon mile".

I'm with Michael on bicycles not falling like feathers when you fall off them. But I wonder if you intend the cyclists fall. Maybe they skid to a halt and leap off their bikes and just let them fall where they are, wheels still spinning. But if that's what you intend it could maybe be clearer.

You might consider changing "these gods could be" to "who could be" and losing the full stop.

I'm not sure where the flat tire is, and whether it's a car tyre or a bike tyre, and whether or not it's attached to anything. I wondered if maybe the dollar bill was being used to repair a puncture. I think need a bit more to be able to picture what's going on here.

I'm not quite sure what it means for the cyclists to supervise the cars and drivers. It's an interesting-sounding idea, a sort of power-reversal, I just don't quite get what's happening and could maybe do with a touch more information. In what sense are they supervising? What are they doing or thinking that distinguishes this from simply watching the cars? Or is that what they're doing?

More generally, to me, the poem feels a little over-modified in places. Since that's a cumulative effect, it's hard to point to any particular place, but you could try stripping the modifiers back a bit and see how it reads.

So, as an ekphrastic ... Well, that's a challenging image to work from, I think. The connections I see are that the image has yellow lines and so do roads. The black looks like tarmac / road surface. And the red bit does look like part of a heart. You could maybe go further with the image. I wonder if there's a way to reference the partially hidden / occluded text that's under the white paint - can you make some reference to partially hidden words/text/conversations? Also, I wondered if maybe the numbers under the white paint are logarithm tables -- maybe there's some way to reference logarithms, or tables of numbers, relating it to distance somehow?

Anyway, the poem works on its own, independently of the picture, which is a good thing.

Best,

Matt