poetry about mountaineering (Remove filter)
A Discovery on Everest
Where laced up leather boots so softly tread
Beneath spiral columns of spindrift snow
Time freezes in the ice where he lies dead
A gnarled old man with two teeth in his head
Prays to Chomolunga from down below
Where laced up leather boots so softly tread
One month before, Gray’s elegy they read
Whilst they waited for the storm winds to slow
Time freezes in the ice where he lies dead
Saturday 7th December 2024 8:59 pm
ALPINE CLIMBERS
ALPINE CLIMBERS
(Painting by Elijah Walton 1832-1880
Birmingham Museum & Art Gallery).
I am not sure whether
They are ascending
Or descending,
Steps cut in snow
Might indicate the latter
But I am no expert.
What I do know, is that
This was the infancy
Of Alpine climbing,
Their big hats
And long ice picks
Prove it.
Four...
Wednesday 3rd July 2019 9:44 pm
Recent Comments
Graham Sherwood on Look Both Ways
20 minutes ago
Russell Jacklin on Mob Rule Mentality
3 hours ago
Stephen Gospage on Target
5 hours ago
Jon on Innocents' Deadly Foe
7 hours ago
Graham Sherwood on Good to be back!
7 hours ago
Mike McPeek on A Somewhat Short Poem About Almost Nothing
10 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Haiku for 2025 [No. 28. Politic-toc-tic-toc-tic toc-tic-toc-tic-toc-tic-toc-tic-toc-tic-toc-tic-toc-tic-toc-tic-toc-tic-toc-tic-toc-tic-toc-tic-toc-tic]
15 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on When Genocidal savagery meets the useless outrageous ignorance of closed eyes
16 hours ago
LEON STOLGARD on When Genocidal savagery meets the useless outrageous ignorance of closed eyes
17 hours ago
LEON STOLGARD on Target
17 hours ago