Fay Slimm.

Unbeatable

 

Unbeatable.

 

The breath of morning glistened 

as blue ice wept wet over sunrise.

Cold fought movement and froze

fingers to rigid equipment.

 

Bivouac packed they began climb

keeping eyes on the summit.

But mountain thought otherwise

by its clawing crevasses.        

 

They tackled first heights with 

wary experience and reaching

a ledge saw the ice-cap ahead.

Granite-blockade bared teeth

of frozen resistance with black

scree wrapping  sheeted maws

round frozen lines of defense

Avid hill climbers though awed

with vast views know overhang 

of icicle cliffs laughs at pickaxes

and they back-track before real

danger of darkness descends    

 

Majestic force of unbeatable peaks

means mountains breed auras that

warn they are invincible.