Poetry Centre

Weekly Poem for 29 July 2021

  • My Father Cycling Up a Hill, 1957


    It’s the hill from the bottom of Factory Trip
    all the way up to Manor Farm –
    a Welsh hill, one long steep and steady climb 

    to nowhere, punctuated by the occasional sharp
    or suicidal incline. These
    are his feet, his calves – they’re pushing, 

    pushing against the weight of the side
    of beef or lamb in the basket
    on the front of his bike. From his uncle’s 

    butcher’s shop to Manor Farm is a climb so far
    if I were doing it now, by car, I’d think
    twice. By bike? No way! Yet there 

    he is, my father, twelve years old, the weight
    of the hill on his legs, setting out
    once a week all winter, to deliver 

    the Sunday joint to Old Man Hodge. These
    are his feet, the look on his face
    as he pushes, pushes. This is the sweat 

    on his brow. His uncle pays him
    in promises, end-of-week scraps, the back
    of his hand. It’s silly to know 

    what I do: my father is doing this
    for his mother, his younger brother,
    for his own father, who hasn’t worked properly 

    since he got back from the war. This
    is his front wheel, squeaking,
    squeaking as he inches up that hill. I know 

    all the reasons he’s doing this
    and I wasn’t even born then, so it’s silly as can be
    to know what I do – that he was doing it all – 

    look at him, pushing and pushing all afternoon – for me.


    by Jonathan Edwards


    The Poetry Centre has launched the Oxford Brookes International Poetry Competition for 2021! Our judge this year is the fantastic poet Will Harris, and as usual there are two categories: Open and English as an Additional Language. Winners in each category receive £1000 and runners-up, £200. For more details and to enter, please visit our website .

    ‘My Father Cycling Up a Hill, 1957’ is copyright © Jonathan Edwards, 2021, and is reprinted here from Ten Poems about Work (Candlestick Press, 2021) by permission of Candlestick. You can read more about the collection and buy a copy on the Candlestick website

    Notes from Candlestick Press:

    We may not love our jobs, but when we can’t go to work we find that we miss them. This mini-anthology, Ten Poems about Work, reflects on our working lives in all their glorious variety with a delightful mix of nostalgia, celebration and humour. Poet Jonathan Edwards’ eclectic and highly entertaining selection of poems explores our complicated and often surprising relationship with the things we have to do to earn a living. The pamphlet includes poems by Liz Berry, Sujata Bhatt, Gillian Clarke, Jonathan Edwards, Thomas Lux, Helen Mort, John Ormond, Kathryn Simmonds, James Tate and Walt Whitman.

    Read more about the collection on the Candlestick website.

    Jonathan Edwards's first collection, My Family and Other Superheroes (Seren, 2014), received the Costa Poetry Award. His second collection, Gen (Seren, 2018), was Wales Book of the Year People’s Choice 2019. He lives in Crosskeys, South Wales.

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