Armageddon -the Ben Nevis raceA Poem by alanwgrahamA description of how it feels to do the Ben Nevis raceArmagedon (Also kent as the Ben race)
muckle Nevis o’ great thrustin’ stane an’ god knows what, burstin’ through my brain and my balls enthrals An’ leaves me feart, calls ensue tae my auld pal Donnie biding in the Fort Some might call it sport but we ken better!
race day, doon early to the field o’ do or die we wander round and spy old pals, veterans o’ the race there’s no disgrace in being feart! (feart -afraid)
a nervous piss and we congregate behind the pipes, skirling round tae the start a wee spiel, an’ we’re aff (spiel - talk) up the road, ‘seems easy’ ‘just you wait’ we tell the newbies elbies jostling for position
noo we’re on the hill itsel’ tough naked rock tough on human flesh frae toe to skull
goin’ up an up an bluidy up baith world trade centres an’ ye’re still only hauf way up! but naebody can blow up the Ben! Oh s**t!
S**t is whit the Ben runners dae before battle like hieland sodjers o’ old
Knackering up up up up scree, jockeying jostling for momentary advantage rock piled on rock frae sea tae summit a hush enthrals as leader Finlay free falls past an we’re back tae oor ane wee hell of thigh on burning thigh jeely babies dribbling frae my mooth!
Bloody tourists clog oor weary jog f**k these ponsy walking poles designed tae trip. across the plateau tae the summit O’ our dreams now nightmares explode think runnin’ doon a roof a thousand feet wi’ anklebreaking rock mud and loose s**t oot tae bugger ye up an’ spill blood
an’ then ….. another thousand feet o’ steep grass the feared green wall o’ a*s sliding panic a final tumble doon the rocks and ye’re in the burn an easy traverse but there’s no rehearse…. fur whit comes next each step fraught an’ it canna be taught doon the rocky minefield o’ the lower path
if ye mak’ the road intact a gentle wee mile along the road awaits ha! and if ye want tae ken how that feels ye’ll hae to dae the bluidy race!
later much later in the Nevis bar things start to make some sense (but not Joe!) overguinnessed an legless Even lashing your back wi’ knotted cord made sense to some poor souls but at least you ken you’re alive! When ye run ‘the Ben’! © 2016 alanwgrahamFeatured Review
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3 Reviews Added on March 26, 2016 Last Updated on April 2, 2016 AuthoralanwgrahamScotland, United KingdomAboutMarried with three kids, I retired early from teaching physics but have always enjoyed mountains. In my forties I experienced a manic episode which kick-started a creative urge. I've written a novel .. more..Writing
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