Poem by Alison Lock (UK)
Published in The Ofi Press issue 44
| Out of Body |
At first it's all sweat and effort and I nearly
turn back. Give up or go on: no choice
– but I've no pride. Never been one to bag
a summit or equalize a score. The scree
is slipping under my feet, slid-
ing over the edge, a hundred feet or more
through the rallied mist. The air thins, breath rasps,
I unsettle as if loosening from the valley, trading
my flesh and fibre for the bracken fern,
my blood for melted snow, bones of millstone grit.
Alison Lock’s poetry and short stories have appeared in anthologies and journals in the UK and internationally. Her work has won prizes in The London Magazine, Sentinel Literary Quarterly Review, amongst others. She has published a short story collection and two poetry collections. She has an MA in Literature Studies. She is a tutor for Transformative Life Writing course.
Image: "Capitolog" by Dawn Ellner.