An ocean in the mountains

she’s an ocean in the mountains
salt water staining
the sediments
sand coating the pine needles
her tides singing
lullabies and longings
to the stubborn curves
of the cliffs
and they
are unmoved by her musings
coal. is. not. casual.
the ancient rocks
resist her fluid femininity
they demand apologies
for her avalanches
“why are your waves so restless – just hold still –
diamonds take eternities to form
didn’t you know?”
she pays tribute to the pearls
in her depths
ever mindful of the moon
as her moods crash
against the austere
faces of the rocks
resenting the calm
even as she escapes the chaos
of the before’s
and the after’s
and as she conforms to the canyons
she’s just an ocean in the mountains

© a.duncan 2016

artwork by andreas lie

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"She would fill endless notebooks with stories about the characters in her life, their impressions, words, friends, lovers, inspirations, fantasies. She spent her days dreaming up worlds where they fit together in visions; the if only, the never again, the someday. Those who knew her best would describe her as a creature with a clear and sometimes painful sense of herself; furious with ideas and convictions, to a point that she frightened love away with discernment and a relentless strength of character."

2 thoughts on “An ocean in the mountains

  1. The restlessness of the soul. Like a storm in the middle of the ocean, or a tornado. A force of nature, Mother Nature, a construct of God or Man – torn between the comfortable life and the inviting and dark edges beyond the comfortable life.

    So do you give in and drown? Or swim?

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