Thursday, 11 February 2016

Pen Y Fan

Peaked arms of comfort, beckon yet mock,
The luscious siren of greens & rock;
Nature's vast canvas, over it shrouds,
Charcoal sunk bleak, nefarious clouds.
Majestic beauty so persuasive,
Yet icy insults so abrasive. 
Drenched relentless, to the beat;
Yet un-abating, suffocating heat.

Through pain, 
Through pleasure,

The mountains call.

Despite the weary battle fight,
Unseen demons of hidden fright;
Suddenly I thrive.

I become alive.