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A Discovery on Everest
Where laced up leather boots so softly tread
Beneath spiral columns of spindrift snow
Time freezes in the ice where he lies dead
A gnarled old man with two teeth in his head
Prays to Chomolunga from down below
Where laced up leather boots so softly tread
One month before, Gray’s elegy they read
Whilst they waited for the storm winds to slow
Time freezes in the ice where he lies dead
Saturday 7th December 2024 8:59 pm
ALPINE CLIMBERS
ALPINE CLIMBERS
(Painting by Elijah Walton 1832-1880
Birmingham Museum & Art Gallery).
I am not sure whether
They are ascending
Or descending,
Steps cut in snow
Might indicate the latter
But I am no expert.
What I do know, is that
This was the infancy
Of Alpine climbing,
Their big hats
And long ice picks
Prove it.
Four...
Wednesday 3rd July 2019 9:44 pm
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