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).