Friday, December 30, 2016


[Mark Webster - Abstract Geometric Futurist Mountain River Landscape Oil Painting
found through a google search]

The mountain loomed, huge in fantasy;
Real cartoon-shaped clouds just hung there;
Neither sitting or shifting;
Far away, above them all, were the frozen dreams,
Of a storybook girl;
She had to climb that mountain,
She had to reclaim them,
For had she not dreamed,
They would not have sprouted nylon wings,
Whereupon sunlight glinted, if they stayed within reach;
Glass cliff, she whispered, glass cliff, she chanted,
Glass cliff she shouted,
And in a magical, mystical moment
She scaled that mountain, with her hair pulled back in a bun,
Straight to the topmost shelf;
Stretched out her hand, and grabbed her volant prize
GLASS CLIFF A MANTRA © gillena cox

Written for
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads
Words Count With Mama Zen
Challenged by Mama Zen to write a poem using using at least one of The Oxford Dictionaries 'words of the year' 2016 short list given

Sorry i went a little over the (70 words count)