To glance at the jagged hill is a dream
Just as I yearn to amble over its magma flow
Like a million salmon swimming up my bloodstream
I will see the Soufriere Hills, I just know
As the earth vented its seismic frustrations
many fled its tectonic conniption
That migration woke me from deep sedation
And my restless soul underwent a great decryption
There's a certain lure to a place with an "exclusion zone"
That makes me abjure my embrace of an old touchstone
There's a beguiling seduction to unremitting eruption
A smiling effluxion causing me to submit to its disruption
I've been a wayward wanderer
And a sojourner on a quest
I've been a perennial ponderer
And interminably, a seeker suppressed
But the moment I saw Montserrat
even only in a photographic image
I knew this was the place I had sought
to make my greatest pilgrimage
On Montserrat, in the night glow
She holds her breath in warm anticipation
She waits and longs for loving inspiration
For only then could haiku flow.
Condemned to ride emotion’s wave
To words she is a willing slave!
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First five Titles: Montserrat, Night Glow,
She Holds Her Breath, Haiku, Condemned.
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The tourists have departed
The sun is almost down
Gregorian chants are flowing
It’s peaceful all around
On Montserrat.
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