A Poem by Joshua Knight

A poem about a dogged walk

I lost myself in the dreary and dank skies of heavy air descending on stiff shoulders, and I didn't look with seeing eyes.  I trudged on, pushing my boots into the ground -- thick soggy brown, opened at the lips, and tongue shaggy, flopping lick, a hirsute dog -- and I hirsute and cute in somebody's eyes -- though now my eyes welled with the puss of dirt and wind and rain.  Pain in my ankle.  Pain in my Spain, as I push down, and up I come and out and thump down upon the loose stones that trickle like water now and again, down and off to the side of the path.  I walk this way for too long.  But I know I am coming to something better.  Roast pig.  Fair maidens.  Ah, the dreamery of trudgery -- rhythmic -- and calming soothing foot in boot meditation.

© 2017 Joshua Knight

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Added on March 16, 2017
Last Updated on March 16, 2017
Tags: walk, hike, trudge, dogged


Joshua Knight
Joshua Knight

Plymouth, United Kingdom

I'm a regular traveller and writer of short stories. I'm from the south of England but spend a lot of my time in Asia. I'm interested in philosophy, ethics, and writing about the world as I see it. more..

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