Sunday 7 March 2010

Off Piste

The scrape of sheer ice
on the mountain's edge
is life affirming in its way
a reminder of the precipice below
keening your sense of the snow
and its bright grip offered up
like a callous lover's hands.
 

It knows it will melt
leaving you alone
between the sky
and the valley,
between bliss
and catastrophe.

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