The Mountain Goat Poem by Rory Hudson

The Mountain Goat

Rating: 5.0


Nobody knows the heart
of the mountain goat
as he leaps
from crag to crag
over distant stones.

But I tell you
he leaps in joy,
his back curving
in white ecstasy
against the black rocks.

He lives far
from where the heart
is too heavy to leap
and falls to a broken death
on stony ground.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Julie Dant 27 February 2009

Well! THIS is my favorite so far of yours, Rory. To envy the Mountain Goat his joy, and freedom to feel ecstasy with sure footedness amid the lofty peaks. In direct contrast to we humans who are subject to despair and sadness, the hurtful and darker emotions the goat will never have to know. All of your entries have received a 10 from me, but this one deserves a 20! ; 0)

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