bells in the mountains

 

i hold my breath

for bells in the mountains

each toll resonating within

reverberating in my halted lungs

carried across stiff birch limbs

nourished by intricate soils

echoed in blanketed moss

settling in the dense brambles

where fox den’s are hidden

bells in the mountains

announce themselves

like unceremonious thunder

startling a murder of crows

whose shadows dot the cliff’s

freckling the misaligned skies

a delirious melancholy

aching in my heart’s corridors

in the wake of

bells in the mountains

a. duncan, 2018

 

 

artwork: near to the edge, by robert farkas

 

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