Day 9: "Viewing Kanchenjunga"

This was the prompt for Day 9:

"For today's prompt, I want you write a poem about a memory. The memory can be good or bad. The memory can be a blend of several memories. I suppose it could even be a memory that you're not sure you remember correctly. Take your time finding a good one (or good ones)." Read more at: April PAD Challenge: Day 9







"Viewing Kanchenjunga"



He and I, uneven, would go up the winding path
Streaming from the front of that sleepy house
He tall, me very short and running to catch up
With long strides of my uncle’s morning walk.
“It’s the third highest mountain peak you’ll see
In a while,” he lectured, and I half heard, busy,
Too busy tweaking dew drops off crisp arum leaves
And a taut red hibiscus straining to see the sun.
He would climb the little hillock easily, quick,
I scampering off like a poodle on a tight leash.
More scholarship booming at the blinky sky would
Have clouds yawning faraway. “Know what are the
Gold, silver, gems, grain and holy books? Ah-ha,
Treasures! Five Treasures of Snows!” I would
Count birds waking, then fleeing the din at dawn
And the wave of his walking stick, jaunty laugh
To see the peak wake up and then he would leave.
I stayed a bit longer on the shiny hillock’s crest
Before tumbling down. The treasured peak had to
Rise as high as my teeny scrawny dark head with
The sun, so I would finally see that thigh of gold bark.




Image from the Internet: Kanchenjunga Rising