09-20-2024, 05:48 PM
(Edit 1 - Bryn)
Ascension
I climbed to the top of the ugliest mountain and sat on the trig point,
smoking a pipe of weed, to watch sun rise from a clear horizon
and throw bronze and gold onto a panoramic vista
of exquisitely sculpted peaks of the Cairngorms.
Two hours of solitude.
No smart phone taking photos of a Ben Macdui sunrise today.
-- I descended
Passed dozens asking me what it's like at the top.
"It's too late" I shrugged, "You've missed it."
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(Original) Ascension
I climbed to the top of the ugliest mountain and sat on the trig point,
smoking a pipe of weed, to watch the sunrise over a clear horizon
and throw bronze and golden light onto a panoramic vista
of exquisitely sculpted peaks of the Cairngorms and beyond.
Two hours of solitude.
No smart phone taking photos of a Ben Macdui sunrise today.
-- I descended
Passed dozens asking me what it's like at the top.
"It's too late" I shrugged, "You've missed it."
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* note - Ben Macdui is the second tallest mountain in Britain.
Don't mind any critique. I had originally titled it "Ben Macdui and the Nihilist", but didn't want to spoil the twist at the end. Not sure if the nihilistic intention comes across too well without the old title.
Ascension
I climbed to the top of the ugliest mountain and sat on the trig point,
smoking a pipe of weed, to watch sun rise from a clear horizon
and throw bronze and gold onto a panoramic vista
of exquisitely sculpted peaks of the Cairngorms.
Two hours of solitude.
No smart phone taking photos of a Ben Macdui sunrise today.
-- I descended
Passed dozens asking me what it's like at the top.
"It's too late" I shrugged, "You've missed it."
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(Original) Ascension
I climbed to the top of the ugliest mountain and sat on the trig point,
smoking a pipe of weed, to watch the sunrise over a clear horizon
and throw bronze and golden light onto a panoramic vista
of exquisitely sculpted peaks of the Cairngorms and beyond.
Two hours of solitude.
No smart phone taking photos of a Ben Macdui sunrise today.
-- I descended
Passed dozens asking me what it's like at the top.
"It's too late" I shrugged, "You've missed it."
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* note - Ben Macdui is the second tallest mountain in Britain.
Don't mind any critique. I had originally titled it "Ben Macdui and the Nihilist", but didn't want to spoil the twist at the end. Not sure if the nihilistic intention comes across too well without the old title.
wae aye man ye radgie