Get Your Premium Membership

THE AVALANCHE

Poet's Notes
(Show)

Become a Premium Member and post notes and photos about your poem like cherl dunn.


In the bitterest of the cold polar north shadows of illusions dwell, Reflections of light on ice, maybe so or is there more to these Optical delusions, the natives say creatures hide amongst these Rocky snow covered hills, and they call forth the power of the Alpine peaks for protection! These mountainous summits of elevation known as the Thundering mountains, many men have gone missing here, Without explanation or reason, without any evidences trace Ever being found, as if just vaporizing within the alpine mists? But legends say by the tribal chieftains, they were taken by the Snow beasts the Yeti’s, the abominable demons for Trespassing on their sacred icy lands! These outlander's whom should have known better, Warned were they not, to climb at this inaccessible remote Elevations for this is the forbidden territory belonging to The creatures of the rocks! Many men go there and are swallowed whole by the mighty Avalanches, called forth by the screaming howling of the Mountain guardians, weaving through these ice and spray Waves as if they were made of winter wisps’ of air, the creatures Take these hikers, or skiers unware, than devour Them later at their leisure’s pleasure afterwards! These avalanche waves have another name given to Them eons ago, the claws of the tiger, sweeping Within their mighty claws, everything living or none, Beneath their talons of devastation! But what if there were more to this myths story, What if these two legends were working together? In a tandems precisions epic motion, beast and Mountains, both struggling to survive, against The onslaught of humanities approach! Endurances basic instinct of survival, natural law Prevails, that only the strongest of the species is allowed To continue, but what if these two natural raw forces Combine, to do whatever it takes to achieve This final climatic extraction, brawn concurring Intelligence, or maybe it’s the other way Around! In this wilderness only the whispering winds Knows the answers to these questions of inquiry, And there left unheard by the deafening ears of Progress and mankind until it is too late! But the native people know, and warn them To stay away for this land belongs to the Yeti’s And the mountain protect them beneath the Claws of the white tiger, the mighty avalanche! BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

Date: 10/31/2015 2:07:00 AM
You won't find me trespassing. Awesome write. LINDA
Login to Reply