Trolls

Cherry

By Philip Sidney

Sun, 12 Apr 2015
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Trolls

look down from the ridge

at those who pass

watch colours change

 

they know each rock

how light reveals the curve of the land

how shadows deceive

 

take pleasure in movements

of birds that come and stay

then go

 

have known generations

of Icelandic horses

felt affinity with their stoic endurance

 

have stood here so long

they have forgotten

how to speak

 

would not know how to run down the slope

crunching though shale

sloshing though snow 

to

reach the green meadow

smell summer flowers

feel  warmth on their faces.

Certificate 12
Poem

Comments

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

smileyThanks for the cherries.

Submitted by love_writing on

I enjoyed this PS, especially the last two stanza's.

Something quite sad about the trolls, always the observer.

love_writing

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

Thanks love_writing, they seem melancholic to me. :)

Submitted by VeraClark on

Would not know how 'to' - is it missing? 

So strange - I wrote a fairytale for something with a half-troll girl this month & I love this because it echoes the themes. I didn't know how big trolls were outside UK or the mountain myths etc. The close is a lump in the throat for rock or troll. You make your reader care here.

 

Submitted by jeand on

Hi Helen

Another good one to add to your Icelandic book. You capture the mood of the place.

Jean

Jean Day

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

Thank you Jean. :)