The second poem in my series. The first one can be found here.
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.
Mick Canning 
Nice! and in a poem full of lightness, “pinch-grip” is a nice non-ethereal surprise, really, I like it.
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Thanks, Robert. I like to surprise, sometimes.
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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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That sounds pretty impressive! I’d settle for trekking there and just seeing it. Thanks, Katie.
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Amazing isn’t it!
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Lovely!
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Thanks, Meg.
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Stunning
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Thank you!
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Nice. I wasn’t thinking climber at first, but more something like a butterfly. Lovely, and light as a feather either way.
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Thanks, Dave. The best climbers I have seen do seem to just insinuate themselves up the rock – it seems almost effortless.
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Another great poem Mick, really different. Love the pinch-grip.
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Everyone’s favourite, the pinch grip, Jonno!
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Oh, I really like this one. Dancing up the rock is so very visual.
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