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Where the Wind Runs

Where the Wind Runs

The harbour is dropping off and picking up
and I am up to my senses in views.
Battered bunkers,

the city
a randomly stacked bookshelf
against the sky.

Jagged erosion
the break-wall — home
to feral cats and curlews.

I am only a visitor
running to and from each surface
wading to be let in.

I’ll stub my toe,
ruddy the concrete
with each stain of blood.

Heat drops the days anchor.
Salt becomes another emotion.
I move faster now.

Follow my feet up and onto a grass track
the body a wind-break
elevated and still.

A memory startles. The recoil of a starters gun.
It is here the second heartbeat kicks-in.
The refuge of lanes

a body stripped of rations.
My spiked feet
piercing the line.

About this poem

This poem was created from a place which took me back to a moment in my youth where I felt at home, there and still do.

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Written on January 10, 2021

Submitted by fast_foot on December 29, 2021

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Ellen Shelley

Ellen Shelley is from Newcastle N.S.W. AUSTRALIA. She is a poet who likes to write in response to real life. Published in Eureka, Blue Nib, Backstory, Other Terrain, Not Very Quiet, Eucalypt, The Canberra Times 2018,2019, Highly Commended for the Philip Bacon Ekphrastic 2019, It’s Raining Poetry Adelaide,Cordite 2019 D-amour, Manly Gallery Spirit of Renewal and Queensland Flying Arts Ekphrastic Challenge. more…

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  • fast_foot
    Hi Douglas. Thanks for your wonderful comments. It is about running and what sanctuary it has provided throughout my life as a sense of achievement.
    LikeReplyReport3 months ago
  • Dougla$Irishman
    Reminds me of someone running the gauntlet of life - the blood, sweat and tears of that journey ! Keep running when you are able, cause the day will come when you are a silent runner ! Bravo Fast foot.
    LikeReplyReport3 months ago
  • Soulwriter
    This piece resonated of war poetry for me - is it of that genre?
    LikeReplyReport4 months ago
    • fast_foot
      Hi Soulwriter. Not intentionally. I think because I used to be in the military, some words are carried through my poetry like, bunkers for example. This poem is about a child who runs to be seen. Thanks for reading my poem! 
      LikeReplyReport 14 months ago
    • Soulwriter
      Wow, amazing. Thank you for sharing :)
      LikeReplyReport4 months ago


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