high plateau

copyright c e ayr

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high plateau

I was happy on the high plateau
where the sun shone every day
in a blue and cloudless sky
and there were wild flowers and butterflies
and rabbits and birds that sweetly sang
and I knew
I had found Paradise

then one day I saw the mountain
and I was enchanted by its possibilities
so I started to climb
and the views grew ever more beautiful
until I reached the top
from where I could see the whole world
magnificent beyond words

my senses reeled
and I was afraid
when I saw beneath me
a gigantic chasm
deeper and darker than death
and I yearned
for the high plateau

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About ceayr

A Scot who has discovered peace in a small town he calls Medville on the Côte Vermeille, C.E. Ayr has spent a large part of his life in the West of Scotland and a large part elsewhere. His first job was selling programmes at his local football club and he has since tried 73 other career paths, the longest being in IT, with varying degrees of success. He is somewhat nomadic, fairly irresponsible and, according to his darling daughter, a bit random. So, nobody’s perfect.
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3 Responses to high plateau

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  2. jenne49's avatar jenne49 says:

    This is such a good structure – the beatiful images from the first verse and then the reader invited to imagine the beauty from the mountain top – ‘magnificent beyond words’, even the poet’s words.
    And the bare horror of the final verse.
    A powerful poem indeed.

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