Running

I’ve been running for many years now, and have completed an array of distances in events, including a marathon in Dublin. Nothing takes me away from myself quite like it. Here’s a poem I wrote to try to capture that feeling:

Ephemeral

Gallant swathes of sky,
Searing,
Lending majesty to the mundane.

Breathless, glowing ache,
Glistening of sweat on skin,
Delirious, heady,
Steady, thumping.

Union of body and sky,
Lifting above the worldly,
Euphoric,
Fleeting,
Rooted in the earth,
Bodily.

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I'm a writer, teacher and drummer based in London. Short fiction and reviews are my main staples, along with some dabbling in novel writing.

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