When I was at school I loved athletics, especially long jump. The feeling of sprinting up to the board as fast as I possibly could and then taking off into space filled me with expectation and elation, with the wind in my face and the dappled shadows of the trees in the sand, freshly raked from the previous jumper. The sand – a long way from the coast and no salt water in sight – sparked my imagination with seashells, pebbles and sea creatures until I landed at the other end of the pit. Lifting my feet heavily, I waded out of my dreams to check the tape against the hollow footprints.
Now I live near the coast, just a short drive to the wild beauty of North Norfolk beaches, where I am reminded of the long jump pit – I have completed the leap.
cool summer shadows
capture sparkles in their depths
dreaming of the past
Kim M. Russell, 2017
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Haibun Monday – Sport
Today Björn is our host for Haibun Monday and he has asked us to write a haibun about sport, which he says can be so many things: the things we hate to watch, or that we love; the excitement of winning or the depression of losing; a game of football at the pub or watching figure skating.
However, he also reminds us that sport is not just about competing. It’s about how we love to move our bodies, running, swimming cycling; it could be a game of golf with friends or running a marathon; or how we miss taking part in sport. Sport is a word that can be so much more than what fills the sport pages.
Björn asks for a story about sport in a short piece of prose and a haiku to add a dimension.