Mountain

Carn Ingli, Pembrokeshire

This poem was published recently in the fabulous arts journal, Innovate EMagazine, which is available from a number of online outlets. See links at bottom of post.

Mountain

She doesn’t assist the climb

over this shingle-slipping,

stumbling land;

yet she draws you to her

as she sucks moisture through

rock to new springs;

and the sky above pulls,

and sweeps out to the farthest space,

beyond even her reach.

We saw her first from

the old stone cross,

down in the dreamy valley.

You catch your breath as she

imposes sudden on your world;

she seems close, yet is far away,

her strength is on the air.

Folk at work on her slopes

in ancient times

watched the distant seas

as strangers arrived, their

sails crowded with the west wind.

Is that where angels lived?

Where saints rested

to gaze and touch their wings?

Now rough rocks,

like pebbles to giants,

lie all over this place.

Icy currents stir

around the summit;

there is a darkness

in her swirling mists,

as her power reaches out.

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