Dawn on Mount Manaia
Only inspired mortals can feel the stimuli
synonymously woven within the indigenous people
who for centuries dwell in this place.
The ‘Aotearoa Northland Maori’
Relating verbal legends of old
complementing one’s majestic stance
in the wilderness, a place
the ancient Gods of Olympus would welcome as home.
Here! From where one stands a perception
one of understanding yet in awe of you.
Guardian of ‘Taurikura bay’
With your phantom shroud intimidating
the serene waters of the Pacific Ocean lying dormant below.
Mortified your crag laden face appearing to cry out
for assistance to the wayward breeze,
that it may hasten the removal of the ghostly grey veil,
compounded precariously within your stony crown,
only then licence to permit the radiance of the brand new day to
cast out the lingering nocturnal shadows,
exposing all that surrounds your
free verse poem for Julia Ward's contest
Theme of Mountains 2016
Copyright © harry horsman | Year Posted 2016