Mother

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.