Wordsmithing: MIS-TAKEN-CALCULATION

Saturday, 17 July 2010

MIS-TAKEN-CALCULATION

Will - has choices and a degree of self-determination

Night-walking
stalking -
head down -
out of sync,
each step
out of line,
when fates align.

Pocketed hands,
closed fists,
torn
and tearing -
deeply disturbed -
out of sight
fighting what's right.

Counting grains,
sifting sand
shifting,
pendulum swinging -
choices and time -
heart breaking.

Heart attack.

Sabbatical started - 421 days until I need to go back to work again.
What, apart from counting it down, shall I do with the time?

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Al18 July 2010 at 00:20
Wow, I guess you might have to catch up on a bit of writing :-)
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Anne R. Allen18 July 2010 at 03:47
Write. Read. Repeat. How cool you've got this time.
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Unknown18 July 2010 at 19:22
All bases covered except for number one - sleep :)
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RETURN: YA Paranormal Romance

I was running late. But, it was nothing I couldn’t make up with a bit of effort. I shook my head. Confident and happy? I smiled. Increasing my stride, I pushed until the muscles in my legs burned. I kept up the pace even when the hill grew steeper.

Magpie Lane was hardly wider than a ribbon that edged the woods but that didn’t stop traffic using it to get to the motorway quicker. Large trucks and fast cars loved Magpie Lane. They sent vibrations running through me rising from the soles of my trainers. I felt the disturbance in the ground, even before the air pressure tried to knock me off balance. I hunched my shoulders as the cab hauling a container spat stones up at me.

Jogging on the spot, at the entrance to woodland, I ached to leave the road and go inside. My Mum was probably still asleep but I could hear her you-never-know-what might-be-in-there lecture buzzing on repeat inside my head. I should run safe. Not even I would argue that running through the woods on my own was the best definition of safe but I wanted to run-wild and the woodland offered me that. This early, I should be safe from axe murderers or perverts in the trees and besides, I was fast.

I jogged down the slope into the trees. From two paces in, I felt different. Freer. It felt so right. Running in the woods did great things for my style. Avoiding the roots and dodging branches forced my stride longer, I had to step higher. The woodland, The Weald, was only a sliver of ancient woodland that the developers forgot to build on but it felt like it could have been anywhere. Everywhere. At any time. The oaks and beech trees dominated the space and the skinny, silver-birches squeezed up beside them. I laughed. For a second, the woods reminded me of school and I needed to run a lot faster.

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Saturday, 17 July 2010

MIS-TAKEN-CALCULATION

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