The White Mountain

Ellen Marsell

You rise, a cathedral of frozen despair,
where silence worships itself.
Your slopes, those marble shrouds of the world,
conceal no mercy, only the slow devotion
of death polishing its altar of ice.
Your winds chant psalms of extinction,
they strip the soul bare
until it gleams like bone beneath a dying sun.
I hear within that whiteness
the laughter of gods who have forgotten creation.
Spectral monarch,
your glaciers crawl like old regrets,
cracking the heart of the earth,
devouring memory, erasing the fragile breath
of every fool who dreamed of touching eternity.
Your peaks are not heaven but its absence.
Each dawn that crowns you bleeds,
each sunset is a slow immolation.
The sun adores you
and dies daily at your feet.
What secret intoxication lures men upward,
toward your white delirium?
Perhaps the wish to vanish nobly,
to dissolve into a grandeur
that no life could ever equal.
And I, shivering pilgrim,
write this with the ink of frost,
knowing your beauty will one day
call me as it called the others
to sleep beneath your crystalline curse.

  • Author: Ellen (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 22nd, 2025 12:18
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  • sorenbarrett

    Taken in its literal sense this poem is beautiful and masterfully crafted within it there is metaphor as well. Nicely done

    • Ellen Marsell

      This poem has come a long way. Thank you so much for your thoughtful reading and comment!

      • sorenbarrett

        You are welcome a beautiful poem it is

      • Lorenz

        The mountain has nothing but respect for the strong souls who dare to defy the sacred !

        • Ellen Marsell

          The mountain owes no mercy, only recognition.
          My thanks for your insight and words.

        • Paul Bell

          You would think, in that environment, nature would get a break from humans.
          It seems not, and the challenge to climb and stay alive is a strong one.

          • Ellen Marsell

            Indeed - we never stop reaching where we don’t belong. Thank you for your comment!

          • Sealgair

            Striking power of imagery!

            • Ellen Marsell

              Thank you for your kind review!

            • NafisaSB

              beautiful - enjoyed the truth exposed in all its naked beauty..

              • Ellen Marsell

                Many thanks for taking the time to read and share your thoughts!

                • NafisaSB

                  my pleasure..thanks for sharing



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