Run

Go.

Go now.

Get out of here.

Flee from your every fear,

Protect all that you hold dear.

 

Run.

Run faster.

Run until red in the face,

Hasten your steps, quicken the pace,

Closeted demons are giving chase.

 

Quick.

Quicker!

Hurtle down the open path

Monsters are on the warpath

Seeking a violent bloodbath.

 

Run!

Keep running!

‘Til your heart is ready to pop

Never let your speed drop

They’ll catch you if you stop.

 

Flee!

Fly away!

Towards the beckoning light

Away from the dark of night

Don’t be tempted to turn and fight.

 

 

Run!

Run on!

Run from the relentless pursuit

And find a freedom absolute.

Don’t give them the chance to shoot.

 

Emma H, age 26, 10/03/2017


This poem is intended to be a lyrical/verbal/poetic representation of the Einaudi piece “Run”. It’s a beautiful tune which gradually seems to gain pace and urgency as it progresses, which I tried to capture with each stanza. I also think that it would work well as a spoken word poem. Let me know if you think it fits the music!

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Joss tears through the bramble and bracken, ignoring the prickling thorns and nettle stings plaguing her bare legs and feet. The stony walls of the gorge bear down on her, intimidating, threatening, her only escape route carved out between them. She could attempt to scale them, but her time is too short. Her chocolate hair is plastered to her forehead with sweat, legs screaming, throat burning. She pauses a second to gulp down air for her parched lungs, leaning on the cliff beside her, leaving a sanguine handprint on the rockface. But then she hears the faint clamour behind her, the collective rage of The Cult swelling to a distant roar. She forces her aching limbs and bloodied feet to keep running.

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