Arête

Balancing we trek

Across ancient dragon’s teeth

Waiting for his bite

Wales All Over Again


"I'll never forget stepping onto the summit of Mount Everest, the world at my feet, reaching for God's hand."
"It was a small, Welsh hill and even then you got a nose bleed."
"That's not how I remember it and I've a photographic memory."
"Yeah, it's often negative and like the rest of you, it's underdeveloped."
"Pft! I can close my eyes and see everything, the sky, the snow, the man selling hot dogs."
"Blimey! You were there."
"Yup. Beautiful memories, John. Wonderful days."
"How did you get down?"
"Flew."
"I suppose that's because you're an eagle too."
"Nope. I desperately needed the toilet."
"Did you make it?"
"I'm ashamed to say not."
"Like I said, Wales all over again."

Seren-aid!

The mountain called to me, and not in a good way. At first, I’d thought it gathering thunder its clouds hidden behind the massif. It wasn’t. A dying bear, falling rocks, world’s biggest belching squirrel, and any number of idiocies flittered through my brain as I approached the summit. The grunting, grating, growling sound overwhelmed me on that slow ascent to Hell, a total overpowering of tired senses, a vertigo inducing cacophony. Then, I was there, destination reached and all stood revealed.
Part girl, part something else, she sang her little heart out. She sang a wretched melody of she got there first, of she owned the mountain, of she was queen of the hill. And, in that moment, I knew I was never climbing down.

This Rock

Above the clouds where seasons change by the minute, you tower.


In ochre rock, snow capped peak prevails; I envy you your seclusion.


Awash in sunlight, sparkling, just sparkling, without hint of bias from the scaremongers, you astound.


And whilst the climbers, the walkers, those just there for a view, do stress, you observe in patient majesty.


This rock, they say, but they don’t know you. You’re so much more than the stones you’re built from, for dreams run through your seams, and shall until you crumble.


Personal note: That’s the top of the Eiger in the Alps, my favourite view in the whole world. How I wish I could view it every day.