Above sodden earth, misty breaths rose up from the marsh.
And twenty souls armed with with each other, ran.

Puddle and crack.

Huh, Huh, Huh,
hu, hu,
Huh, Huh, Huh
… & so on

is a charmer.
In a circle, in a dream, blindly led by bone, we swayed weight, took turns, swivvelled down,
and up
and some back
and some forward
and some siding, some siding.

I swear I saw eighteen devils writhing then.

And then again, we ran. Snaking our way away from those mushy edges, to where the East beats. And we sang

Happy Birthday to Antonio,
a little brittle at first it was,
but soon it rang sweet, sweet
and crystal

like a bear

(Nightrunning happened from 6pm on Friday 14th November 2014, Hackney Marshes, East London with twenty participants – led by myself and james cross)