Poem 583 – Blue Shoes, Not Suede

Two impulse buys invited me to spend:
First up, a secondhand gold saxophone;
Second, running shoes, bright blue, not suede.
The running shoes were cheaper and so won.

I tried them out this lunchtime in the sun.
Putting them on reminded me of times
When I have run before; the burst of life
That it provides, the surging exhilaration.

A weightless circuit around the local lake,
Feet lifting lightly with the new shoe bounce.
And as I run I wonder if the sax
Would have been so easy. Still tempted though…

Two shopping options from our recent time away.
(02.06.25)

© Ben Quant 2025
Photo by James Lee on Unsplash

Poem 573 – Celebrating Life

On your marks…. Go!
So off we went, a drumming
river flowing round
the field in endless circles.

Some formed gentle eddies,
whilst others became torrents,
crashing waters surging
forwards with urgency.

Let’s run with zest the Head
had said and so we did,
with cheers and tears and joy,
remembering why we ran.

We poured until our muscles
ached and lungs were spent,
then flung ourselves upon
the shore in celebration.

I joined a local primary school for their annual run to remember a further student who sadly passed away. As always the pupils and community were great.
(23.05.25)

© Ben Quant 2025
Photo by Mina Rad on Unsplash