Striding Edge — revised and reposted

Striding Edge

Flung to the sky on Helvellyn's winds,
this warning won't be heard
by other fools who follow.
The Edge will face them
with the quandary:
to either side, disaster;
defeat and shame behind;
ahead, a scramble to a barren promontory.

The pools of Grisedale Beck are clear
in sunny Pattterdale. We could have trusted
in the virtue of its origins, but no,
we cross the razor's edge, to search
for proof where faith would answer —
then, too tired for exultation,
to contemplate our pointless victory
before we drop down Dollywagon.
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  • Posts: 0
    Nice poem, Ottawan.   I'm supposing that you've visited the Lake District in England and done some climbing, 
    walking and scrambling along and around Helvellyn
    William Wordsworth and Sir Walter Scott both lived around that area for some 
    years. Both wrote poems there. 
    Not having done any climbing myself (in that part of the world), I imagine that
    there are difficult choices to be made, along spine ridges and what you mention
    as The Edge in your interesting poem.
    Sounds a bit scary! Not for fools like me... LOL.
    Enjoyed, Gracy
  • Posts: 298
    Considering I come from a remote corner of the Empire, I have spent a surprising amount of time in the English Lake District, and I became pretty familiar with the Lakeland poets — Wordsworth, Coleridge, etc. — while doing a sabbatical leave at Cambridge many years ago.
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  • I liked the general feel of the area but think it is too "regional". I.e. I didn't feel like researching & therefore circumcised my rapport with it. I probably would've related better had the poem been written with no references at all to the geography.
  • I enjoyed this - compelling views of the land - well done-  RC
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