I lost you to the mountain, to the longing in your heart
My mortal charms could never hold you here
I lost you to the dream, to compete I could not start
All I have is empty arms and nights of chilling fear
I lost you to the mountain, because it’s there you said
And I am here, but lay discarded in an empty bed
They say you never made it, they say you disappeared
You had to make it to the top or what was this all for?
You wanted it so very much and it’s the thing I feared
They say you’re never coming back, I wonder if they’re sure
A dream to stand upon the highest peak
To not see, not hold, not be there, not speak
I lost you to the mountain a long long time ago
JG 7.4.18
- Author: Joanna Garrido ( Offline)
- Published: January 2nd, 2019 11:53
- Comment from author about the poem: Written as if by Ruth Mallory to her husband George who was often away climbing and made 3 attempts at Everest. The last with Irvine was in 1924 and it is unknown if he did reach the summit. The photo of his wife was not in his pocket when his body was found in 1999 and he had planned to put it on the summit. Irvine’s Body has never been found with camera. They were last seen on the way to the summit on the north ridge. Everest had not yet been conquered and each time it was a very long expedition with inadequate clothing and equipment.
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Comments3
Thanks Claudelle, you are most kind
I Believe that he did reach the top, one day they will find Irving and the camera. Great guy.
I like to think so too. Wouldn’t that be something. Bless him
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