Blindly:
The
Makar ascends
Perched awkward,
slippery chimney:
Winds stab
Peril throbs
Thrill zings
Gripping ice
North facing
Eiger
Winks
Four craven trees,
Black poison trees,
cunning, life
sucking Yews.
Visible
Stark smooth
Rippled water
Calms reflecting
Your face
And the
Silhouette
Against the sky behind you.
You look blank
Sort of lost
In light
Midday comes
in fast on
the flow
A whimsical whim
To suicide
Swim
Snow spasmodic
Frenetic
Chute
Unsettling till
Unsettled:
Gone