Thursday, 7 April 2011

NaPoWriMo - Poem 4 - Snowdon Poem

Snowdon Poem

Shake that shawl
From your collossal shoulders
And let your golden hair
Fall down.

I’m here, my dear,
To conquer your boulders
And with boldness emboldened
Step on your crown.

With my bootheels I’ll kiss you,
On your foothills I’ll climb;
When the fog falls I’ll curse you,
But still -
You’ll be mine.


Gary said...

A fantastic poem about a place that has always been special to me.

Mab Jones said...

Thanks v much! Have just joined your poetry site, am enjoying the poems I've read so far! :)