This walk is never easy, with these legs. As I step on the grass by the forest path, I feel its blades lift me up. Smoke from behind seems to carry me forwards, did I really feel that? A gentle push, and hand on my back, but where is this person to ask? They rush through, ripple my coat − a girl with shimmering hair. Take a strand and hold it like a rope she signs, and twirls me along, to the top, the very top of this hill, I couldn’t walk up. I sit with her, believe in magic, what else could it have been? She smiles and places a finger on my lips, then softly, drifts away. About the author:
Julie Stevens writes poems that cover many themes, but often engages with the problems of disability. She has two published pamphlets: Quicksand (Dreich 2020) and Balancing Act (Hedgehog Poetry Press, 2021). Her next pamphlet Step into the Dark will be published by The Hedgehog Poetry Press. www.jumpingjulespoetry.com
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