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Chris Weallans
Poems
May 2015
THE ****** MOUNTAIN
The ****** mountain suffers
The limp and empty rope
Of the falling novice
Like an impertinent scar.
Unruffled by the tension
Of his fingers clinging
She is unresponsive
To his young chattering bravery
Mad with lust and fear he tears
Her undeveloped frock
Buttons of ice rain down
Falling hands grip lose threads of snow
Her beauty needs a wild man
A sensual avalanche
Whose passion would fill her aching reach
With the bright substance of his wayward dreams.
One whose driving force ignores
The pretence of her slopes
And in whose thunderous arms
She learns the dance of hammering drums.
Now her body hugs the ground
Her open arms are wide
for all the weight of climbers
To mount her firm and passive shoulders
Written by
Chris Weallans
London
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