Mountain Spirit

By skinner_jennifer

Wed, 14 Mar 2012
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We spoke for only a short while
as we trudged the rocky trail...
with its deep treacherous canyons,

I acknowledged he was acquiescent
our leader...as he guided us on our
perilous journey...a stairway to heaven,

It was like the mouth of a monster
waiting for us to relapse, so primitive...
ready to chew us up, then spirit us away.

***

My thoughts turned to that night
before we left, gypsy guitars spoke
of love...to roam and be free, as we
walked in the garden...sweet fragrance
of jasmine caressed our perceived senses...
your touch like butterfly wings, tickling the
air we breathe...floating like a waltz that
captures my beating heart...we danced, my
responses fulfilled your every living dream.

***

Suddenly once more aware, eyes
devour me shallow and hollow...
feeling like a migrant in a foreign
country...thoughts turn to trepidation,
as we travel the route our forefathers
once scaled...discovering new lands,

to gaze upon long ago memories,
these distant...ancient mountains,
as far as the eye can see...they hold
a distaste for the untrained rambler,
that dares to trespass up and down
craggy...precipitous sheer rocks,

though to reach its peaks is to experience
the beauty, a scenic...breathtaking vision,
of immense inspiration...where the air is
pure, we close our eyes and our senses are
once more restored, this our Mountain Spirit.

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Comments

Submitted by Highhat on
This conjured several different associations in my mind Jenny: music, pictures of nature in the US, in England and Scotland, a lot of things. I enjoyed all these images that popped into my mind while reading this wonderful poem. Thank you. ;)Pia

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
Good morning Pia, I have to admit, that all the images were out of my imagination. Haven't got a clue where these mountains were, but they sure were beautiful in my mind. I'm glad you could take something from this poem. Thankyou for reading and letting me know. Jenny.

 

Submitted by fatboy74 on
Wow, a real journey described here Jenny, some excellent description. :-)

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
Hi FB, the imagination is such a wonderful thing, I think we'd be lost without it. I had this idea of a mountain trek, being led by a local man and feeling a bit lost, because I really didn't have a clue where I was, but finally reaching our destination and the truelly amazing view. I'm so glad I could take you on this journey and I'm so grateful to you for leaving a comment. Thankyou so much. Jenny.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
This is truly wonderful, Jenny. Quite some imagination you have got because it all sounded so very real. I liked this stanza in particular;-) "to gaze upon long ago memories, these distant...ancient mountains, as far as the eye can see...they hold a distaste for the untrained rambler, that dares to trespass up and down craggy...precipitous sheer rocks," Great work, Jenny. Tina

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on
If it is from imagination, you have brought in a sense of real feel of the ruggedness, the care needed as if I was there, nervous, thrilled. I wasn't sure what you meant by 'Mountain Spirit' at the end? Rhiannon

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
Hi Tina, thankyou for reading this piece and for your kind comment. I was awake in bed and couldn't sleep, my thoughts kept wandering as they do, I suppose I must have seen something, or read something that triggered this scene off for me, but the next thing I knew, I had my pad and pen at the ready, I could visualize everything and just had to write it down, then I composed the poem. Appreciate you letting me know your thoughts again thankyou. Jenny.

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
Hello Rhiannon, Glad you could get the feeling of the poem, it was what I was trying to aim for. The Mountain Spirit at the end was in connection with our ancestors...who discovered the mountains as they did, they became aware of the great power that the mountains held. This is kind of spiritual for me. Standing on those peaks, the feeling of being at one with all they have to offer and the nature around me and my partner. Again this was just in my head, so none of it was real, but what a thought to be able to stand and breathe the cool mountain air. then to be at one with nature. Hope that helps. But thankyou again for leaving a comment, always appreciated. Jenny.

 

Submitted by mozzythefirefox on
Thx for good reveiw :3

Submitted by mozzythefirefox on
Thx for good reveiw :3

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
That's okay mozzythefirefox. Jenny

 

Submitted by well-wisher on
Loved this, Jenny. Reminded me of the Marabar caves in EM Forster's 'A Passage To India', the way you give the landscape a personality; make it seem so ominous. I also like the way you merge together a poem about a place with a love poem about a person and, at times, your description of the landscape becomes strangely erotic. Personally, I think you're a genius when it comes to writing about nature,a landscape painter with words instead of a brush and the places you describe always come alive vividly infront of me. But also, I like the way you write about the emmotional connection to nature; how it moves you and your passion for nature really oozes out of your words. I always think that, while you're waiting to be discovered as a poet/author, you should try submitting some writing to some non-fiction Nature magazines; or travel writing publications because you really have a talent for describing nature and scenery and capturing the essence of a place. You could also try journalism because, reading your accounts of personal experiences they remind me very much of the writing I have read by War journalists that brings to life exotic, far-flung locations.

Oh look, a link. I wonder where it leads.

JoHn

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
Hi JoHn, I was so delighted by your words of encouragement for my work. I have to say, that I've never sent away my work to magazine or even entered any competitions, infact all my work was written in writing books, till I bought a computer back about three years ago. I hadn't ever been on a computer, so my son helped me, but abc tales was the first website I found when searching the internet. I'm not sure I could send any of my work off, I wouldn't know where to start. My problem is, I lack confidence in myself, even when someone gives me great feedback, like you, I still don't feel worthy of what the professionals would think. I hope you understand what I mean. I just love writing all my thoughts down, then it's a pleasure to put them here and hope someone reads them. Even if only one person has read my work and enjoyed, that makes me so happy, it's even better when they leave a comment to let me know. Anyway again, your words mean so much to me, more than you'll ever know. Thankyou so much. Jenny.