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A Mountain's Hold
You hold many
in icy folds
Old and young
frozen in
limb and boot;
anguish, surprise
locked for time
Those who conquer
rejoice;
those who fail
you keep
Your stone face
betrays no emotion
Axe or rope
will be of no use
when my face
darkens
in icy folds
Old and young
frozen in
limb and boot;
anguish, surprise
locked for time
Those who conquer
rejoice;
those who fail
you keep
Your stone face
betrays no emotion
Axe or rope
will be of no use
when my face
darkens
Published 20th Jun 2019
Author's Note
This started as a letter to a mountain, but slid sideways.
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- Edited 27th Dec 2019 12:45pm
20th Jun 2019 10:35am
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23rd Jun 2019 10:55pm
Thank you.
I am no climber, but mountains draw me in, as I'm sure they so others.
Thank you for reading.
I am no climber, but mountains draw me in, as I'm sure they so others.
Thank you for reading.
20th Jun 2019 4:19pm
I find the imagery of the mountain evokes a certain 'detached compassion' in relation to humans scaling (or failing to scale) its heights. Enjoyable read.
