Poetry by Jeff Green


The Mountains call

by cricketjeff on September 15, 2008.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

I hear the mountains call
And taste the squalling rain
I must go there again
Far from the cold restraining hand
That rules in flatter land
If you can understand why I
Must try to touch the sky
Where hawks and fly so free
The breezes from the sea
Have taken hold of me tonight
My soul has taken flight
The most exciting sight I know
An ice cold tarn below
A mountain top can blow your mind
You leave all care behind
For nobody can find mistakes
A single look is all it takes
And sky and rocks and lakes are all

Author notes

Playing with a Vitnamese form called “luc bat” (literally six eight).

Alternating lines of 6 and eight syllables rhymed thus:-

etc. until

There is no fixed length as long as you end with the first rhyme.