Cirque de Troumouse


We cored peat bogs on our final year field trip,

Walked on precarious moss floating on water

That flexed under our feet, threatened oblivion.

Later, I lay back, watched clouds form eddies

on a blue sky, in the lee of craggy spires,

became lost in ever-evolving patterns.

Dave went swimming in an aquamarine lake,

Backstroked out to the middle and back again;

We dived in, went numb – Dave’s a superhuman!

We watched the sun’s demise, ate lukewarm pasta

Perched on a rocky ledge above jade meadows

Drinking in the Pyrenees in the twilight.

That evening the cloud seeped up the valley, drowned

us where we sat in the night’s moist silence;

such a shame that somebody forgot the wine.


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). Real name Peter Tapsell...just started off writing under a pseudonym and kept going.

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