Guy Lothian: Poem about Storm Peak
A tidal surge of wind
Washes over Storm Peak
It’s contoured flow
Conjures snow into
Dreamlike shapes that
Emerge from the fog.
The wind cascades
Onto the
Confectionary pines of
Morningside where
Shadows flare
As hungry jays
Land on your
outstretched hand.
The pines heavy with snow fly Pennants of frozen smoke
As they sway to the wind’s Fury.
Storm peak, a broken space,
A bent science,
Fills our silence
And dissolves our
Memories
Leaving us adrift
In a sea of altitude.
This storm emerged from our bones,
from our resolve,
And the peak from the echo of our
Pride
It was thrust up by geologic ritual
Leaving us sentenced to
granite and
moored to ice.
We emerge from a
bastion of wind
And veil of storm to
a valley stage lit
and remote
Spilled from the
cloud,
We trade the heavy
Coat of gravity
For the
Hypnosis of
Descent.
Guy Lothian
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