Poets logo

Wild, Solo, Far from Here

A Poem for Tired Travelers

By Madison BranchPublished 5 years ago 1 min read
Like

The mountain lord ascends the slopes, agile as a ram

Fearful as a landslide, springing from the ground

Leaping from the hillside, to peaks, to lower roads

To snowed-in homes

To the hollow of my throat, where the sound resounds

Where the echo resonates through flesh and air and stone

And tremors roam the highways of my being

The path has petered out now, with the sound of passing cars

And nothing mars the silence save the hissing of the wind

Winding up and over through the stillness of the cairns

With no care of my own

Or for myself

I am lost to his land

nature poetry
Like

About the Creator

Madison Branch

I write surreal poetry inspired by the natural world and many small, strange memories.

Reader insights

Be the first to share your insights about this piece.

How does it work?

Add your insights

Comments

There are no comments for this story

Be the first to respond and start the conversation.

Sign in to comment

    Find us on social media

    Miscellaneous links

    • Explore
    • Contact
    • Privacy Policy
    • Terms of Use
    • Support

    © 2024 Creatd, Inc. All Rights Reserved.