Mallory's Ghost

They found human remains
On the thawing mountain as it
Gurgled trickles of memories,
A man's body at that height,
A near-god surely, so close
To the white-bearded summit;
Who is this flattened corpse,
Preserved in its frozen sweat?

Tweeds, how twee, woollen
Socks, how sensible, an
Alpine hat, with a feather in it!

Hobnail boots, how manly,
A backpack, no porters

Who is it?

A name for God's sake!

The jacket, how very English
Public school, a name inside
The collar, the stiff collar,
The name of 'George Mallory'.

So the haunting question is,
Was he going up or
Coming down his beloved

Poetry by Christopher Fernie
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Written on 2017-08-21 at 22:49

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one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
English pluck, no luck
but what . . . courage

Interesting. Well done.

That's a great story, Chris, told with suspense and knowledge of the craft. Well done!

Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
I really enjoyed this Chris. I love the form, the language, and especially the subject matter. What an adventurer he was. I want to believe that he reached the summit and was on his way down. I'll just cling to that. :) kathy