The mute mountain …

The mute mountain,

lost in misty mysteriousness,

speaks in colours of the morning to the late-lingering moon –

insubstantial shades of grey swirl wispy words of warning ;

for soon, beyond the topmost ridge,

with the dawning of the day,

the advancing sun will burn orange, fiercely bright;

scorching her pale raiment;

eclipsing her wan beauty; obliterating night … .

About atomsofstars

Reticent .. but I hope my poetry speaks for me .. Favourite quotation .. ' Uttering a word is like striking a note on the keyboard of the imagination.' Ludwig Wittgenstein
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2 Responses to The mute mountain …

  1. Didacuscorner says:

    Ave, poetess Mary, in Londinium, half of the degrees of Syracusae, in Magna Graecia…What
    a beauty, how wonderful, ‘The mute mountain…’ … Before, the allitterations ‘The mute
    mountain,/ lost in mist mysteriousness,’ had seemed to me redundant, tautological, then, reading
    the poem, the mystery of the beauty have been unveiled to me… Mute, mountains, mist,
    mysteriousness have a different DNA, although all of Indo-European progeny…Thank you, a lot.

  2. atomsofstars says:

    Hello Didacus ….

    And thank you very much for your approval of these thoughts … I’m pleased you liked them.

    Hope you had a good day in Londinium despite the lower temperature …

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