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Spirit Mountain

Published by: Simon Banks on 15th Feb 2012 | View all blogs by Simon Banks

SPIRIT MOUNTAIN

 

“Said to be haunted”

“Source of strength and madness”

Alone on the night mountain

I wait, curious.

 

Screeches and groans

Tear the night, only I

Know they’re ravens

Not demons.

 

Harbour lights, town lights, wandering

Headlights shine and

Are gloved into mist

 

Pale flame of sunrise

Seascape afire

Ghosts? Then within us

 

But a trickle of

Welsh blood speaking:

Perhaps in the soil

Out of time, sleeping.

 


This was the poem and the experience that got me writing poetry again.

Comments

2 Comments

  • Sonnet Diva
    by Sonnet Diva 3 months ago
    I enjoyed this one, so happy that you shared and are writing. Good imagery Simon
  • Simon Banks
    by Simon Banks 3 months ago
    Thanks, SD. The story is that I'd wanted for some time to spend a night on a mountain. The Welsh mountain Cader Idris is not too hard to climb, not too hard to get to, was one of my favourites and has a hut on the summit. It features prominently in Welsh mythology as a place of spirits and there's a myth/legend that if you spend the night there, next day you're either mad or a poet (bard). I was intrigued by this, so adding it all up, Cader Idris was the obvious choice. I spent the night in the hut. Nothing ghostly happened, but I saw a spectacular sunset and sunrise (the sea is visible from the summit) and mist masking distant lights as described. Ravens flying about and calling continued this after dark - which could possibly explain some of the old stories.

    A year or two later there was a competition at work for a Halloween-themed. or at least supernatural-themed, poem. I decided to write one about my night on the mountain. It won. I then went on writing poems - so the legend worked!
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