As a child,
I loved to run,
to feel the ground
pulsate as I began to pound
and forge my rhythm into speed.
Wind on face, the pull of muscle
and the burning in my lungs
were proof that I was still alive;
I could lose my feet and fly.
Kim M. Russell, 7th June 2018
My response to Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Running
Susan’s motif this week is ‘running’, for which she has given inspirational examples from a range of writers. She says that she is not a runner and doesn’t envy runners, but she does admire them and imagines what it must feel like to run without her feet touching the ground, flying, faster and faster, wild and free.
Our challenge is to write a new poem in the voice of a runner or an observer of runner(s).
writing in north norfolk 
Wow! That’s a whole lot of energy! “forge my rhythm into speed.”…..Love this line so much.
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Thank you, Sumana!
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Yeah, that rush, I remember the good old days of childhood. My 5 year old granddaughter sometimes challenge me to a run or a dance off; 68 year old me (✿◠‿◠)
much love…
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That picture of you and your granddaughter racing cheered me up no end, Gillena! 😊
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I remember feeling like that. I was always running everywhere. Enjoyed this very much.
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Thanks! I wish I could still do it!
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You reminded me of running as a child………it was nice to remember that feeling.
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😊
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Your poem makes me remember how I used to love running downhill, and into the wind so that my hair streamed back from my face. Thank you!
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I used to loved hat feeling. I represented my school at long jump and flying into the sand was the most amazing feeling. Couldn’t do it now, though.
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