Under Turgen Mountain

I wrote this on a trek in Mongolia – lovely, peaceful place is Turgen Mountain

Under Turgen Mountain

The icicles plunge,
lose their battle with Spring,
fall two metres to their demise.

They tinkle like glass,
shards melt into nothing,
fade from the earth, forever dead,

never to see the
meadows bloom, flowers smile,
paint a multi-coloured canvas.

About George Fripley
I am a writer who enjoys writing humour, satire, poetry and sometimes a bit of philosophy. I live in Perth, Western Australia and occasionally get a poem or article published. It's all good fun! I have two books available for unwary readers, Grudges, Rumours and Drama Queens- The Civil Servant's Manual (This contains all that anybody could ever want to know about why government runs so slowly) and More Gravy Please! - the Politician's Handbook. (available through Amazon)

3 Responses to Under Turgen Mountain

  1. bejamin4 says:

    This one reads great aloud. Flows so smoothly.

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