Writing reports about Grand Tour stages is tricky; writing short ones is nigh on impossible. Trying to recall the endless brief iterations of breakaways; recounting the dynamics of a group attacking up a long climb; remembering to mention the quirks and random occurrences that make every day different in a three week race; it all adds up. Is it any wonder that race reports can be long-winded, and that those that are not seem to miss a certain something, failing to recreate an atmosphere that was as unique to that day as the weather, the region and the shifting composition of the various groups of riders on the road.
I wanted to commemorate each stage of the Tour de France without committing myself to swathes of writing every day, and figured what better way to constrain myself, that through the use of poetry. I considered employing a different poetic form to review each stage, but just as quickly dismissed the idea as I didn’t fancy writing a Petrarchan sonnet about a boring flat stage in week 3, so instead decided on the smallest unit of poetry available: the haiku.
For an over-writer, limiting myself to a poetic form consisting of just 17 syllables in order to express the most memorable moments from each stage would turn out to be almost as monumental a task as just covering the racing in long form. I stuck to the challenge though, and here is what I ended up with, three weeks later. If ever you wonder what the 2021 Tour de France was like, but you can’t face reading pages of reviews, perhaps you can bookmark the page for a much more brief reminder…

Stage 1
Lower your weapons
The battle is on the road
Ill-fated signs wound
Stage 2
Foregone conclusion
Yellow jersey legacy
Genetics prevail
Stage 3
Amidst the wreckage
Alpecin-Fenix focus;
Take care of business
Stage 4
A legend prevails
And blessed relief, riders
Find safe passage home
Stage 5
Slovenians win;
One overcoming the pain
The other, the clock
Stage 6
In the third decade
Cav returned to Chateauroux;
A second coming
Stage 7
Cyclocross rivals
Instigate chaos; Slovenes
Suffer and triumph
Stage 8
The boy king strikes out,
Defends his crown with strokes of
Stunning majesty
Stage 9
An Aussie out front
Grim Alpine rain inflicted
Timecut tragedies
Stage 10
If sprint lead-outs were
Art, this was a masterpiece;
Strokes of pure genius
Stage 11
Master of all trades
Climbs solo to victory
Writes his own story
Stage 12
The peloton more
Restful than the wind; one Nils
To the breakaway
Stage 13
History repeats
Speed against adversity
Manx equals Merckx
Stage 14
French hopes rise over
Pyrenean foothills; Dutch
Solo trek conquers
Stage 15
American dreams
Are made real at altitude
A high point for Kuss
Stage 16
Lonely Austrian
Loves riding his bike in the
Rain. Seeks finish line.
Stage 17
Two young assassins
Thwart Bastille breakaway hopes;
Call Carapaz’ bluff
Stage 18
Déjà vu with
Added Mas; stalemate split with
Tadej paramount
Stage 19
New patron rising
Slovenian dominance
Silence the doubters
Stage 20
Three: Asgreen aspires.
Two: Danes deliver second
Spot: Wout van Aert, won
Stage 21
Victory on Ventoux
Champs champion, equal to
Merckx, Hinault – van Aert
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Slovenian prince
In spots, white, yellow; hail the
Once and future king
What a great idea!
Executed with such grace,
wit and true insight.
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Thank you, that’s very kind. And also in haiku form, wonderful 🙂
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