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[aid] => mick
[title] => Uneasy In The Mountains.
[time] => 2010-06-15 08:11:50
[hometext] => My wife and I were driving through the mountains of North Wales recently, she felt uneasy in the presence of the high mountains, I as always loved them.
[bodytext] => These mountains that we are driving though Are mightier and more foreboding than our own southern Welsh peaks. Their summits rise up like tappered daggers, Flashing a warning in the weak winter sun. Beside me you are uneasy, wondering perhaps If these peaks will pierce the sky to it's very core, causing darkness to flow Over this landscape, this day, consuming us absolutely. I pull over onto a grass verge and we get out. Like the final piece of a jigsaw, you slot your hand into mine, There is safety in my touch, you feel more secure out here, Facing the demonic stare of these towering mountains. We watch as the shadows zig zag on the valley bottom, the rabits nibble And the sheep continue to idle away their very existence. On our near eye line, like a gamekeeper turned poacher, a cone topped mountain Is stealing away light from the western horizon where the silence lays heavy. You tell me now of your emerging fear, that these mountains will converge on us, Their dagger like summits, sharp and well displayed, will come towards us in a point That brings with it a deep dark peminition. And you fear they will inflict upon us Something that not even I, with all my love and good intentions, can prevent. Now the first crimson indication of the sun leaving this scene is reflected In the stare of your soft brown eyes, caught by this gentle moment, You at last observe the beautiful stillness of this place, but still uneasy, Perhaps clausterphobic, you make your way back to the car. I toss a stray thought, It is caught by a gust of wind and I know it's time to return To the familiarity of our soft southern Welsh mountains. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 164 [topic] => 21 [informant] => cashfan1 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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