On top of the mountain,
I breathed in, thin cool air,
Felt it kiss my skin,
Brief relief
From the earth separating below,
The fault splitting,
The burning core spitting,
The rising eruption I could no longer resist.
Then
From the centre of my world,
Came your perfect form,
With eyes of oak,
Your tiny wisdom
Pacified the pain,
And the raging mountain
subsided to sea.
This weeks Tuesday Poetics Prompt hosted by Amaya Engleking challenges us to meditate and create a piece inspired by ‘Birth’
“Expression 
Love can move mountains. Sing it, sister. So beautiful.
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and I also love the mountains itself… great poem
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Thank you Bjorn writing it brought back many memories x
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I really like the way you have woven the beginning, middle, and end to this poem, bringing peace to the storm!
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Thank you! I showed it to my son whose ‘tiny wisdom’ pacified…but he seemed a little embarrassed!
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Birth is a beautiful thing even with all the pain… (which I know nothing about!!)
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