(199): Hiking Up the Side of a Wooded Mountain

A one line poem for C. Duhnne’s prompt: Mountain

Sunset over the north Georgia mountains. Image (cropped) by Stephen Rahn via Flickr. Public domain
Appalachian darkness in the mid-day faces me
As I am folded into its embrace,
Not so much climbing as pulling myself along
From tree to tree, hanging at more than 45 degrees,
Becoming the wildlife as I spot
The black panther of legend —
I am never quite sure I really saw her,
But I felt her life emanating through the bark,
The leaves, pulling at me like gravity.

A folding together of two experiences while hiking in the woods in the north Georgia mountains near Brasstown Bald — long, long ago.

See the original prompt with tons of great one line poems!


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