Poetry Archive
Of Cliffs and Clouds and Flickering Sun
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Flaming gold was the morning sun,
As she rose o’er the clouds in the east,
Tall pines, sky reaching, rose all around,
Bushy ferns and pine needles covered the earth,
As I stood upon a mountain cliff high,
High above the earth and clouds.
Bathed in Anar’s golden light stood I,
Upon a rocky ship, in a sea of clouds,
Amongst the rocky crests stood I,
Breathing in the fresh pine-scented air.
A league ‘neath my feet lay the valley deep,
Where a lone kestrel circled the lower airs.
Steep were the valley walls, sheer rock,
At places broken by a glittering cascade,
Some wandering stream plunging into the depths,
The cloudy depths filled with the morn’s mist…
… The mist rose as the day marched on,
Enveloping with misty cloud, the trees and me.
Cool and moist rose the bank of clouds,
Leaving the pleasant green valley far below.
Grey pillars of pine rose, immeasurably tall,
Looming behemoths in the swirling, pearly vapours.
Smoky white lay the path at my feet,
Twisting and turning into the thickening mist.
As I sat at the foot of a mighty tree,
Watching the dim, clouded sun,
Flickering silver through the rising mists,
Flickering like a will-o-wisp in the wind….
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