Faye Latham shares a poem about a February winter climb on Clogwyn y Parsons.
Argo Navis
"I want, I want,"
Says the crackhead, already
On his way down
The A55. Perhaps
We're all looking
For the same thing.
A grey shroud and
The vapour-spun shores of
Shangri-La.
And believe me, I'm
Still searching for the
Blue floodlights on
The road to Rockland. I'll join you
– hurtling, spinning –
Twentyfive thousand
Mad comrades
Bouncing to the same
Angel rhythm, all afraid to leave behind
A dream. I wake up
At 6AM before the sun. You shut the lens,
I open a door and the
Dog leaps. Like a bead of rain, the old man
Shakes beneath
The wind-flower's shield.
I know he's never going
Anywhere, clinging to
The window. But he's
Seen things we wouldn't believe
Out there beyond the fence,
Sink into fields
Collecting snow. Now, he lifts
The corner of a curtain
To watch us disappear
Through rubble on
The banks of the
Frozen river.
I don't want to go.
Seconds fly past like a flight of doves,
Descending.
Argo's Mast
Is a flame on his fingertip. His large
Hands mollusc dust, and boasting, tells stories
Of our shining biographia.
He likes to think we've
Lost him to waves
Tightly furled in evening skies,
But I know
He's happy enough heading home
And polishing his car.
Far away, the icy wall
Rears like a giant hull.
I pull out the topos and
Hold my breath, pointing
To the crux
On the gravel hoof. My hands
Start to shake. Nothing here is
Ancient. It's just an old story,
Rudely copied. More than that,
I resent the cold, and gentling
Innerness of hills in winter.
I want…I want to war.
I want to rage. I want to sail
Against the golden lays and
Find that highway back to
Good Old Days. Instead I climb,
Inch by inch
The barking crag,
Where rocks move under ice
Like a constellation, growing
Dimmer day by day, shadows
Passing over the equator.
From the top
I see a dot,
Shooting down the Pass
With clouds of rain,
Stars turn into sleet.
Note: please find an image of Argo Navis constellation here.
Comments
Faye, this is a strong & beautiful poem. So much I like in it, but the following lines really strike me:
' I resent the cold, and gentling
innerness of hills in winter.'
Also, I didn't know about the old constellation of Argo Navis - just looked it up, so thank you for that too!
Really looking forward to reading your first book ...
Really enjoyed that.
As always Mark, thank you for your kind words and support :)
You are very welcome, Faye ! I look forward to seeing where your work heads ...
Lovely.