Literal Adventure, Too

Running through the thick grass;
a quick look back.

At the edge of the ravine,
I tuck my head, jump.

Gaining momentum

down the steep,
tree studded hill.

Bouncing off trunks, my arms flail;
hand cracks, breaking fingers,
as I land, hard against a boulder.

Ignoring the pain, I move towards

the river‘s edge.


The men won’t
bring their fancy mounts
down the mountainside;
time is taken for
a much needed drink.


I soak my hand, 
head downstream,

back tracking.

Dusk, the smell of smoke
from my pursuer’s fire.
Distant, yet too close.

Trudging the bank for another hour,
I drop, exhausted.

Finding a small patch of grass,
under a broad tree, I lean back,
close my eyes and take a
chance on sleep.

Waking, to the sound of
a snort,
I slowly open my eyes,
and face the enemy.
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A Literal Adventure

Running through the thick grass;
a quick look back.

At the edge of the ravine,
I tuck my head, jump.

Gaining momentum

down the steep,
tree studded hill.

Bouncing off trunks, my arms flail;
hand cracks, breaking fingers,
as I land, hard against a boulder.

Ignoring the pain, I move towards

the river‘s edge.

The men won’t

bring their fancy mounts
down the mountainside;
time is taken for
a much needed drink.


I soak my hand, 
head downstream,

back tracking.

Dusk, the smell of smoke

from my pursuer’s fire.
Distant, yet too close.

Trudging the bank for another hour,
I drop, exhausted.

Finding a small patch of grass,
under a broad tree, I lean back,
close my book...

...reluctantly return to reality.