I stride up the green staircase,
Its steep struggling surface
is a workout for the lungs.
Never mind the breath of the sky,
holding me hostage in its grip.
Adventure calls like the howling of wolves,
and though our fingertips
have conceded to the cold
Having a hand to hold,
exposes skin to expedition
and makes us immune
to the climate,
as we climb higher.
Laughter echoes down the rabbit hole.
I’m an animal for your attention,
clawing at your love
Like a fox in the night,
searching for prey.
The views up here
are high and mighty
but you, the antidote
are much more beautiful,
than what my eyes can describe.
Ella is an 18-year-old A Level student from Kent, England who loves music and film alongside literature. She hopes to study English Literature and Creative Writing at university after she finishes her last year at school. She writes at ellagkpoetry on Instagram.
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