John Lawless Poet Sonnet

Worshipers At the Mountains of Madness

Worshippers at the Mountains of Madness


Worshipers at the Mountains of Madness
zealots seeking kinship of distant  god
await the searing wind of cold duress
tattered clothe - torn robe - beggars now unshod

clutch thinning air in folded hands of doubt
beseeching of the peaks the madness there
blind seekers panning gold - veins long run out
follow deep crevasse of lingering fear.

Yet, lost amid frigid glistening peak
resides a hidden truth as yet unthawed
that they must coax the frozen voice to speak
and listen to its truth however flawed.

Cold peaks, those bell-less towers, should incite
rebellion in the eyes awakened sight.


5/17/2016

submitted to – At the Mountains of Madness – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Timothy Hicks

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Brian Davey May 25, 2016 at 8:37 AM Congrats on your placement John

Timothy Hicks May 24, 2016 at 4:03 PM "They must coax the frozen voice to speak and listen to its truth however flawed..." There is something vaguely lovecraftian about this mythological poem. A God of their own imaginations telling them what to do ... truly maddening. Check out my blog and tell me about your poem :) John Lawless June 3, 2016 at 11:32 AM Timothy, people often ask me after reading one of my poems: "what does it mean". To which I often reply: "I know what it meant to me when I wrote it, what is important now is 'what does it mean to you' now that you've read it.