“A hill, the symbols
of time, the mirror of mind
continuous, motionless,
listening to themselves…” 

Salvatore Quasimodo’s – ‘On the Island’
free ranging and for the most part motionless
mounds arise in a variety of vertical vestments
we are drawn like magnets to magnificence
worship the hush between rock and welkin
elevate heights to climax with all the words and stones
mind can muster -  'till the spirit stirs
is moved to recite commandments
prayers that go wayward with the wind 

the ascent of man began
and ended here where the path peters out
faith faltered forever on Golgotha hill
but the birds fly higher still

Adding this morsel to Sunday’s Poetry Pantry

20 thoughts on “Zenith

    1. A welcome comment Mary as like faith I tried to (re)move the mountains and make the tempo ‘free ranging’

    1. Where there is no path we make the leap of faith – thank you for your observation Björn

  1. Love this!❤️ There is something distinctly reassuring about nature that allows one to connect with his inner self. Especially adore; “til the spirit stirs is moved to recite commandments prayers that go wayward with the wind.” Beautifully penned.❤️

    1. And yet we smother nature with our civilisation and lose the connection! Thank you for your appreciative words Sanaa

  2. This is wonderful to read. I especially love “Prayers go wayward with the wind” and “faith faltered…but the birds fly higher still.” Gorgeous.

    1. Something like a wing and a prayer methinks – thank you for your appreciation Sherry

  3. I love what you’ve written here. A classical wisdom streams through it. I love too how you were tangentially inspired.

    1. Your feel for ‘streaming’ suggests the fluidity I’d hoped to achieve. Many thanks for such generous feedback Myrna

    1. Grateful for your appreciation and very welcome feedback Wendy

  4. Beautifully realised! You build very well on Quasimodo’s haunting words.

    1. Thank you – Quasimodo’s words set the piece in motion but I could not keep the connection

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