Winter Cerreenean


To Roam A Mountain With Wings On Her Back - Poem by Winter Cerreenean

Her eyes trace the black outline of the mountains
She breathes uneasily
Like a bird, adapting to clipped wings
As if she expects masses of golden feathers to sprout from her shoulder blades
And carry her over those black mountains

And then where would she go?
To a fading hand print on a window?
To a fire timidly licking up the last of the wood?

And once she's there, will she inser herself into the broken shards of
a mirror?
So that one day, a man
of no particular importance
Could stumble into her eyes
Into the two shining shadows that desperately watch the unmoving mountains

Would they become acquainted?
He amazed,
She ruined by others ruins

And then one night, would the stars call to her?
Would they whisper white hot compliments that burnt her skin?
She would surely leave the man for the stars that beckon from an ocean of time lost

Again and again her eyes pace the switchbacks and trails

Does she wish to wander them?
To become part of their stark
contrast?
Would she loser herself to a mountain?
A purple, black, purple mountain against dead yellow stubble and water-blue sky

And at the top of her mountain,
Would she lie awake, listening?
The land breathes smoke, rain, snow through her body
But still,
She will lie awake


Comments about To Roam A Mountain With Wings On Her Back by Winter Cerreenean

  • (8/18/2010 1:23:00 PM)


    Incredible discriptions, really heart-touching. Keep it up!
    ~Shannon
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 18, 2010



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