The Climber 2

The second poem in my series. The first one can be found here.

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The Climber – 2

She is the lightest dancer.

 

High above the ground

She hangs from tiny holds that, really,

She has no right to be able to.

 

How can her weight,

Little as it is,

Be supported by that miniscule

Pinch-grip?

 

And more than that,

She seems to twirl,

To pirouette,

Up…

Up…

 

Into the clouds.

 

15 thoughts on “The Climber 2

  1. That’s so pretty and delicate … love it. Funnily enough I noticed the picture of the mountains and just this morning I was reading about a man who had climbed K2 solo and skied down … such an incredible feat. Looking at your beautiful picture made me think of that – sorry, rambling again! Katie

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  2. Pingback: The Climber – 3 – Mick Canning

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