Jewel in the Crown
The cable car proceeds, its old motif
on slender wire eyed by waiting queue -
So much it seems depends on thin belief -
We flew upon anonymous review.
Its window panes were dotted with the prints
that algid fingers left on hardened glass -
a fleeting mark of those who cared to call,
Then wiped away for tourists yet to pass.
The sight - ineffable to say the least.
So beautiful that if you were to fall,
You'd only wish you had more time to feast
on vision, catch the magic of it all.
On blue-green ice like paper they were grown -
A hundred shards of crystalline along
the clear blue water, glamour of its own
reflecting cattle herd it lay among.
And at the centre of this paradise,
No sight but this could make me look away.
She stood on mountain's edge with dazzled eyes
that showed no sign of labour everyday.
It's what you need that takes you far from home,
And till you find it, midst existence roam
There she belonged on top of the world - my mother,
Standing apart, a star in the skies like no other.
Written Mother's Day
- Motif pronouced mo-teef
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