Anne Kellas #6 Mt Wellington, crayon with ink, responding to Kit Kelen #21 - une façon de s’épanouir ici

Mt Wellington, crayon with ink

In response to Kit Kelen #21 - une façon de s’épanouir ici
https://conversationinpoetry.blogspot.com.au/2018/04/kit-kelen-21-une-facon-de-sepanouir-ici.html

threads broken
and a lessening of less
... like language gone from me

Birdwing
glimpsed in a watercolour sky
 – white
turns into winter mist.

Soft rain
on the grey mountainside
slides
in a lessening of less.

Bare stalks of trees near the summit
lean at an angle in the gale.
Time’s a soft-tissue injury
a rift

threads broken
in the blanket-weave of leaves.
A vague purple shade of green
seeps into the dark.

I cannot speak rainforest or cloud
nor walk mountain paths.
Language slips from me.
There is no sound here.