Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2009

Mountain Gorilla

by Paul Sleight

The cloaked forest, stilled in an evening haze,
Shadows the quiet fathoms of his mien
As a veil drawn on a Sphinx's gaze.
The crest of his girth quickens to a sheen:
A breath of silver that stirs raven hair
Like rippled grasses under moonlit skies.
The lustre of such lifeblood - yet to bear
A sadness of amber in abstruse eyes
That pierce the verdant swathes of smoky fern.
The heaviness of his being will brood
On the brute mass of men that crash and burn
Until him and us, and all things are screwed.
Still we hope; dare to hope such doom be stayed
As his vast resplendent star turns to fade.

Added: 30.04.2009