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Hurtling, a Villanelle

When I cycle downhill, I still hurtle, As I did when I first learnt to ride. I love this speed, and wish for steeper hills. I look ahead, avoiding potholes, cats. I’m sure there are nice things on either side. … Continue reading

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Breathless

She once breathed life into his own. Now, she’s breathless from the effort of walking ten yards from her bed to the dining table where his attempt at breakfast – gallant, but lacking knives beside the plates – awaits her, … Continue reading

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West Highland Way

The West Highland Way From Milngavie to Fort William Is such a very long hike That we realised soon enough That we had to stop wanting to be there; And to start wanting to walk it. And walk it, we … Continue reading

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One Day

He cries hard on his mother’s lap, which he will not fit snugly anymore for all the plying of his growing legs and collapsing in fits of weltschmerz. “It is too fast for me,” he says between sobs and great … Continue reading

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