Friday, 17 August 2018

A Poem on UTMB week

UTMB. Everywhere is full of it. I will never run even the baby race of it now. Physical limitations mean I cannot safely attempt mountains. Crippling financial limitations mean travel is out of the question.




Rocky, snow-clad peaks Pierce two hearts. Dangerous footing Shatters one to pieces More tiny than scree. Free of adulthood's travails, The other dances over boulders.

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