I know it's been forever since I last posted, so I've decided to write a poem based on a trek I did in Hong Kong. I will not lie that during parts of the trek I felt like jumping off the mountain, rather than enduring the pain that my tired legs bore, or the ache that flashed whenever I adjusted my rucksack. I hope you enjoy it.
Mother
Upon
our Mother’s ancient back we scrambled,
Her
stark skeleton cutting through our flesh – spilling red
Over
sticks and stones and grass and bones we trampled,
A
treacherous trail up her spine we followed ahead
Our
Mother’s jaws gaped wide, wide open
Her
soft breath blew and left an icy kiss on our cheeks
As
we looked up to the fiery pearl that hung frozen
In
the sky, and it shone golden rays and shadows upon the peak:
Hope
warmed our hearts and Father Time urged with each tick
As
Mother grinned, her tongue sashaying along with the wind
Breathless,
our sweat glistened and oiled our skin slick:
With
the ghost of our spirit crawling behind
We
pressed onward, forward, upward
Upon
Mother’s emerald mane
Towards
her crown
We
scrambled.
