Treasure Island

Michael Wride

(December,5th 1968 / Wells, Somerset, England, UK)

Stradbally Mountain


Through thin clouds
The star light shines
Colliding with mountain sides
Devoid of flesh
Sliding on scarred scree slopes
Like broken bones

Into the heart
Along vessels carrying blood
Pumping for millennia
Eroded by ice and time
But alive to storms
And dancing sunbeams
And tormenting, torrential rain

A full moon hangs above Stradbally
A loving, luminous eye

And the children sleep
In the back seat
Oblivious to the knife-edged ridge
Of the eternal now
And the ancient starlight
Ending its journey on their wind-blown faces

Submitted: Wednesday, January 23, 2013
Edited: Monday, December 30, 2013
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Poet's Notes about The Poem

This poem was written while on holiday on The Dingle Peninsula on the west coast of Ireland. We were driving at night 'with the children in the back seat', The silhouette of Stradbally Mountain dominating the skyline ahead. It was a beautifully crystal clear August night.

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  • Hazel Durham (8/15/2013 5:02:00 PM)

    You have expressed so well Sradbally Mountain with stunning imagery and a haunting melody of beautiful memories! ! (Report) Reply

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