Thigh-high

monsieur Aristead et Claude
Monsieur Aristead et Claude

 

Villeseque below
Villeseque below

“It’s not just a question of conquering a summit previously unknown, but of tracing, step by step, a new pathway to it.” – Gustav Mahler

“Keep close to Nature’s heart… and break clear away, once in awhile, and climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods. Wash your spirit clean.” – John Muir

 

 

 

 

 

Thigh-high

I was thigh-high in

Brambles

Claude, monsieur Aristead et moi

Climbing mount Saint Pierre

The sun beat down on us

Le ciel jamais plus bleu

Thorns scratched at me

Tearing my shirt

And flesh

Till blood trickled

Down my arms

Warm, sticky – yet

Feeling no pain

Still higher we climbed

Un trône de pierre

We have reached its

Crown – our reward

Villeseque et Durban

Tranquility beneath our feet

Intoxicated – together we

Revel in the sunshine

Reluctantly – mais ensemble

We begin our descent

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Bisous,

Léa