The top was sheathed in cloud
from the outset
the highest of the Northern Fells
over 3000 ft.
I wondered whether
it would be suitable for kids
but the path is broad
affording no great danger.
The initial ascent was challenging
a roadway to the sky
and then the peak of Jenkin Hill
led to the top of Little Man
a long, frozen descent framed by a fence
of snow, hardened by winds and waves of
The final ascent
into the upper realm was calm,
where only ravens soared and all
was ice and mist, and otherworld:
Vast chasms, only visible as echo,
yawned below. The children grew afraid
I kept them close
we reached the frozen summit,
with aching legs,
and hearts the happier
to know and love this place.
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Written for dVerse
This evening, I host dVerse for the final time, and I ask you to write poetry of place and space. Last week, I set out to climb a mountain I have climbed several times, but not for many years. This time, I took my children with me!