Random word of the day: Summit
The first line of today’s poem gives away how I had intended to make this a more fantastical piece, taking both the gathering and mountaintop meaning of summit. Not long after that first line was written down, though, it took quite a turn and eventually became a bit of a vehicle for my personal cynicism and disbelief towards much of modern worldwide politics and its astounding ineffectualness.
The style is of course that of Edgar Allan Poe’s famous work ‘The Raven’, though only just containing a single stanza. I do really like how it turned out, though, and might just expand on it, so perhaps we’ll see this little poem turn into a medium or even big one sometime in the future.
High atop the greatest mountain, ’round a radiant crystal fountain
Every year the rulers gathered, claimed to seek the end of war
Yet for ages they would bicker, as their world beneath grew sicker
Though small sparks of hope would flicker, they extinguished like before
And the paradise they promised, promised like each time before –
Hollow words, and nothing more