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The Speed of Below
Up here
where rainbows wither
a jaded arm to the mountain
and sunset's dirge pools blood at my feet
I am swallowed by sky
Clouds tussle their fingers
through the ocean's drizzle of mist
turning hair to strings of salted dew
feet slither
and the moss weeps
Thinking smells a trap
but waits in the dazzle of silence
until a crossbill yips the alarm
and somewhere a switch is flicked
reminding me why I came
I could jump now--
just like that
for surely,
I have climbed
enough.
Published 12th Feb 2011
| Edited 2nd Apr 2016
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12th Feb 2011 8:34am
12th Feb 2011 3:19pm
13th Feb 2011 00:16am
...coming back to this. Those last two chilling lines...in conjunction with the title. This haunts me.
21st Feb 2011 6:43pm
"Until a crossbill yips the alarm" that's a great line there, good brain you have there my man.
Nice piece of poem there, without question.
Nice piece of poem there, without question.
