Spirit Mountain
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.


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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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