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February 7, 2014 63 comments

The Brooks Blog 2014 Haiku Contest!

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By GARETH
The Brooks Blog 2014 Haiku Contest!

It's time to get your syllable counting equipment out again. The very generous keyholders of the Boultbee Towers treasure chest have given us some prizes, and told us to give them away.

So we've decided to run a Haiku Contest!

There's general agreement that a Haiku is a short poem totalling three lines and 17 syllables. The first line has 5 syllables, the second has 7 and the third has 5. Doesn't have to rhyme, but it does have to capture a moment. And for our purposes, the moment your Haiku needs to capture is a recognizably cycling-related moment.

Haikus also traditionally evoke one of the four seasons, somehow.

And seeing as it's us that are dishing out the prizes, it probably wouldn't do your chances any harm if you shoehorned something flattering about the world's finest leather bike saddles in there somewhere. Organic cotton and vulcanized natural rubber is probably okay too, though.

Where is my white bike

With its all-white parts and wheels?

Black Brooks! (It's snowing).

(That one was intentionally ham-fisted just to give everybody some encouragement.)

Anyway, be as serious or as frivolous as you like, but give us a bona-fide moment. And make sure the syllables add up to 17.

Enter your Haiku, or Haikus, in the Comments Section of this post. We want your entries in by 28th February - so you've got till the end of the month. We'll then decide upon our favourite 5 entries and we'll let the winner be decided by a Like-vote on our Facebook page.

We have some seriously tasty prizes up for grabs, and as soon as the entries start rolling in we'll be happy to talk about them in more detail.

Comments
Ten mile velo corkscrew -
Up, up, up -
Into the morning hill fog
georgie May 23, 2016 at 4:53 PM
back in the saddle
leave the pedestrian world
body melds with bike
Pat T May 23, 2016 at 4:53 PM
My beauty ride
the titanium mile
I travel on leather
with nice guy`s together
and swallow England.
Christian May 23, 2016 at 4:53 PM
Head up, cadence high
Zipping past the slow traffic
Racing to get home
Parry Weare May 23, 2016 at 4:53 PM
Breath mist, frozen beard
Lungs burning, leaden legs scream
First climb of the day.
Dan Hall May 23, 2016 at 4:53 PM
Horizontal rain
Scours the skin raw. Clouds part,
Chasing the sun home.
Dan Hall May 23, 2016 at 4:54 PM
Monotnonous hum
sweaty towels, empty bottles
The clock never stops


Spring classics watched from
afar. Beer, cobbles, mud, pain
Spartacus again?

Scrabbling for grip
where the sun hasn't reached
early morning ride.

Sparkling in sunlight
Ethereal frosted world
Beauty all around

Thousands of miles pass,
leather moulds. Patience attains
Unparrallelled comfort
Dan Hall May 23, 2016 at 4:54 PM
My first bike. Hidden
behind curtains one birthday.
Freedom on two wheels.
Dan Hall May 23, 2016 at 4:54 PM
Valentines’ party
Blinkie lights, pouring white rain
Whiskey après bike.
Amber May 23, 2016 at 4:54 PM
Leather? But of course.
Bless your beautiful hide, Brooks!
From a cycling bum.
Michael Murphy. May 23, 2016 at 4:54 PM
Horse dies. No money.
Borrows bike. Thrilling! Seat hurts.
The story of Brooks.
Caylie May 23, 2016 at 4:54 PM
All steel, curb-refurb
Single speed with coaster brake
Needs Brooks Cambium
Lee Smith May 23, 2016 at 4:54 PM
Circles spinning round,
Pedals pumping up and down,
High atop my Brooks.
Lee Smith May 23, 2016 at 4:54 PM
Vintage DL-1
Gents Raleigh Tourist model
B72
Lee Smith May 23, 2016 at 4:54 PM
Your personal loins
Moulded your Brooks. Heat and sweat!
That's how life is made.
Michael Murphy. May 23, 2016 at 4:54 PM
Seven snowy months
Who can admire my Brooks
If it sits inside?
Caylie May 23, 2016 at 4:54 PM
Not a Brooks owner—
yet—fingers crossed for a test
Cambium saddle
Caylie May 23, 2016 at 4:54 PM
Asphalt and gravel
On roots and rocks I travel
Still sitting comfy
Hans Rueegger May 23, 2016 at 4:54 PM
Hazy summer ride
Did I really leave the couch?
My kind Brooks below
Daniel H May 23, 2016 at 4:54 PM
Dear Cows, don't hide
Rest easy, you'll roam, travel
Our hides thank you
Daniel H May 23, 2016 at 4:54 PM
As J. B. once said:
It is not the name of Brooks...
It's sitting comfy!
Hans May 23, 2016 at 4:54 PM
Houndstooth, herringbone,
tweed riders of style converge
Brooks canvas steals show.
Amber May 23, 2016 at 4:54 PM
Leather, rivetts - a perfect union
Bottom and saddle in harmonious fusion
Painless miles the joyful conclusion
Daniel H May 23, 2016 at 4:54 PM
From year Eighteen Sixty Six
Came a steady journey not a revolution
Behind us now infinite miles
Daniel H May 23, 2016 at 4:54 PM
Eyes covet leather and copper
But more than aesthetics will definitely prosper
Painfree behind not a cropper!
Daniel H May 23, 2016 at 4:54 PM
One Swallow, summer?
No, all seasons it prospers
Together we fly!
Daniel H May 23, 2016 at 4:54 PM
From Eighteen sixty six
Steady progress through all seasons
Quiet revolutions
Daniel H May 23, 2016 at 4:54 PM
Excuse my first couple, i was foolishly counting words not syllables. Hope you enjoy the proper Haiku rule obeying later two!
Daniel H May 23, 2016 at 4:54 PM
Winter ride no end
My body sings, I hover
Like a young Swallow
Daniel H May 23, 2016 at 4:54 PM
Perfectly married
Leather, Copper, Tradition
I sit, King of Spring(s)!
Daniel H May 23, 2016 at 4:54 PM
No sky and no ground
Just a Brooks Swallow and I
Gliding through Snowflakes
Danny Bower May 23, 2016 at 4:54 PM
Leather cracked with age
Polished copper rivets shine
Comfort and beauty.
Dave Flitcroft May 23, 2016 at 4:54 PM
Lonesome country road
Whispers from the rushing air
Forgot the damned pump
Richard Kendrick May 23, 2016 at 4:54 PM
Pedaling along
My breath makes clouds in the cold
Twenty miles to go
Josh r May 23, 2016 at 4:54 PM
My winter purchase
Steel, vulcanized rubber and
Organic cotton
Parry Weare May 23, 2016 at 4:54 PM
Add leather with steel,
Road and wheel, a road alone,
Time long forgotten
Eric May 23, 2016 at 4:54 PM
The miles flow endless
Never let this summer end
I'll ride forever
Parry Weare May 23, 2016 at 4:54 PM
The snow is falling.
But I'm on my Brooks saddle.
The sun shines on me.
Sean May 23, 2016 at 4:54 PM
Bitterly biting,
Glov’d hands struggle for purchase
On cold, chrome drop bars.
Lee Smith May 23, 2016 at 4:54 PM
On your bike, she said
And like a fool, I obeyed.
Now, I’m saddle-sore.

This is wheely fun
Uphill and downhill again.
Beyond hill and dale.

Calves ache, muscles twitch
Feet pumping, wheels eating miles,
I lose ‘track’ of time.

Wind-chill on my face
The smell of burning rubber…
Free-wheeling downhill.

Wipe sweat with wrist-band;
Swing bum to rhythm of heart…
Where’s the finish line?
Tanja Cilia May 23, 2016 at 4:54 PM
That was supposed to be a set of haiku, with spaces in between - I do not know how they came out like that. Apologies.
Tanja Cilia May 23, 2016 at 4:54 PM
Tires gripping tenaciously
Ice chunks, snow abounds
Secure on my Brooks
Andrew Harmon May 23, 2016 at 4:54 PM
Tires grip tenaciously
Ice chunks, snow abounds
Secure on my Brooks saddle
Andrew Harmon May 23, 2016 at 4:54 PM
Dark cold ride ahead
Hyperdrive snow stars kiss face
Enjoy every mile.
Amber Raley May 23, 2016 at 4:54 PM
My bike not complete
With no perfect leather seat
It is just some tubes
Josh May 23, 2016 at 4:54 PM
Windblown winter climb,
mostly a thorn in my side,
this time, in my tire

Recounting last saturdays ride - http://instagram.com/p/j32z1MPvb9/
Chris May 23, 2016 at 4:54 PM
Riding all day long
Into the rainy unknown
Sitting on my Brooks
Parry Weare May 23, 2016 at 4:54 PM
Rain, wind, sun, wind, snow
Seasons come and seasons go
bike with me for all
Parry Weare May 23, 2016 at 4:54 PM
Valentine’s day gift,
A fine Brooks to ride upon,
Off into the wild.
Gabriel Mansfield May 23, 2016 at 4:54 PM
Riding the decades
From Great Charles to Downing Street
With Brooks it's summer
Stephen May 23, 2016 at 4:54 PM
Steel tubes, leather perch,
I am Swankster, hear me roar!
Eat my dust, slowpokes!
Hughie Simmons May 23, 2016 at 4:54 PM
Ching-ching of a bell,
The mating call of cyclists!
Winter is over.
Hughie Simmons May 23, 2016 at 4:54 PM
like a chrysalis,
self-transformation occurs
during pedaling
Hughie Simmons May 23, 2016 at 4:54 PM
Lonely Tylenol
A palindrome!
But useless for my saddlesores.
Hughie Simmons May 23, 2016 at 4:54 PM
Oh glorious day
Long drive up
Beautiful lift in air, whispering

Spinning down, trail
Rapid decent, lift'd to air
Arms down, dirt

Look up, alive
Sat up, pain
Looked down, beautiful

Sigh, I tried
Daunting, pushin' up
Lonely drive home

Alas, alive!
James Miller May 23, 2016 at 4:54 PM
Cambiums good grace
Bovine chatter, fields rejoice
And our conscience clear
Daniel H May 23, 2016 at 4:54 PM
Like a leaf, floating.
Swaying in slow motion. Oh
Gods! I'm still, clipped in.
Richard Kendrick May 23, 2016 at 4:54 PM
Cheap saddle, Painful!
Hoping for release from this Hell...
Grant a one-thirty-five!
Hughie Simmons May 23, 2016 at 4:54 PM
Sun in my eyeballs!
Even tho' it makes me cry,
not riding in rain.
Hughie Simmons May 23, 2016 at 4:54 PM
It's over, she said
at least my gearings fix-ed
on that I'll depend
T May 23, 2016 at 4:54 PM
Hell my fingers hurt!
Pale light through an icy cloud
SWIFTly rushing home
Hans Rueegger May 23, 2016 at 4:54 PM
Streams and Brooks murmur;
gentle winds, soft summer sighs.
The most perfect ride.
Kishore May 23, 2016 at 4:54 PM
Throne of riding gods;
Aphrodite and Ares
softly kiss both cheeks.
Kishore May 23, 2016 at 4:54 PM