EILIDH CHILD (poetry inspired by the Commonwealth Games)

Not an ailing child, a young Amazon unto Glasgow has come
and her name is Eilidh Child.
not Supergirl she with superhuman powers
or gifts to defy gravity
nor a Cat Woman celebrity with guile and claws
Eilidh just trained in the rain.

Running along roads for hours
bruising her Achilles Heels
In the night under orange street lights
towards some light only she sees.

And it’s a long road and lonely
to be a woman athlete and a Spartan
feeling cold and bonely sore
yet still keep running
to reach the end
and not to bend
then make another beginning.

Submitted by Gavin

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