She stands in the pit of her brother’s footprints.
Her own child-sized in comparison.
Measuring from heel to toe
The skills he has that she lacks.
But she forgets to measure her own.
Tag: run
Quick Dash
I canter, I glide,
run away with the tide.
I frolic, I flee,
scramble up an oak tree.
I weave, I skate,
along the frozen lake.
I stumble, I fall,
become a great ball.
I roll, I turn,
will I ever learn?
I collide, I crash,
what a euphoric dash!
I stand, I face,
life at my own pace.
Oracle of Seasons
I woke up
and for once I silenced my fears.
I picked up a nugget of sunlight and put it in my top pocket,
patting it
every time the chill from the tunnel
made goosepimples rise on my skin.
It sent a ripple of heat and light through my body
that became as natural as breath.
In the distance, I saw you pick up
a nugget of your own
and hide it in the lengths of your hair.
With every casual stride
it glinted, dazzling my eyes.
I wanted to run out of winter, and join you in summer.
I didn’t realise you were running towards me.
We met in spring.
Wild hunt
The riders churn up the sodden grass. Horses snorting, ragged breaths. The eclipse baths them in amber fire, not unlike that catching in their minds from the fear. Close, even-handed, promising a kiss. The trial failed. People didn’t believe in the grand scales of justice. The colour palette of skin, limb, mind and faith squashed ever tighter by the notches of authority. The moon breaks free of the shadow. The sun is always watching.
It’s all a game
Round you go,
upside down,
ducking under,
swaying aside.
Questions dodged
like an intense game of squash
except the rules have changed.
Step to,
dance across,
turn a bend,
walk away.
You have never changed.
Treeshallow Musings 