Poetry Blogs (2012, Heroism)

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

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Saturday 7th December 2024 8:59 pm

He seemed to be a worthless bloke—a village ne'er-do-well;

Unkempt and dirty, lived his life alone.

He scrounged around for food scraps, ate the stuff unfit to sell.

A misfit there from whereabouts unknown.

And someone called him Jack, although they didn't really know

His history or his background from the past,

And many were annoyed and they just wanted him ...

Friday 28th December 2012 10:24 am