A poem reflecting on Revelstoke Mountain in the Canadian Rockies. Written on 21 September 2021 during a cross-country trip. This poem will not display correctly on a phone in portrait mode, but it should work in landscape.
Ancient
they stand;
heads peak white
from beneath fir blankets.
A day to them, an age to man,
crushing coal to diamonds in their sleep,
melting rocks to molten rivers beneath their feet,
and pointing all the earth to heaven, as by their form they speak.
“crushing coal to diamonds in their sleep”
Beautiful line!! I really like this poem! I’ve been to the Rockies as well. Your poem is Tolkeinesque. Makes me think of a riddle, in the best way.
Thank you, Anna! I so enjoyed my trip through the Rockies. I wish I could have spent more time there. Such grand beauty!
I love this! Thank you for sharing it!
I’m so glad you enjoyed it, Michelle!