Murray mints himself a gold medal
Evening Standard, 5 August 2012
Tilting at our final descent
into Girona's dawn, we are cupped
like a candle's flame by the Pyrenees
ascending - a welcome of sorts -
setting us down upon burning seas
of ripening maize and sunflowers
bowed by seed. Our shadows scrape
across their gold-disc sun.
(c) 2012 Slush Poet
