The mountain is simply the means. Alone among raw altitudes of shadow and spindrift only absolutes can exist — north or south, past or present, life or death. Like some clinical blade the wind reduces all ego to a few ragged ribbons. A deep silence breaks, beckons, until nothing else remains but to scale beyond the summit of myself.
by Siegfried Baber
Siegfried Baber was born in Devon in 1989 and his poetry has featured in a variety of publications including Under The Radar, The Interpreter’s House, Butcher’s Dog Magazine, online with The Compass Magazine and Ink, Sweat and Tears, and as part of the Bath Literature Festival. His debut pamphlet When Love Came To The Cartoon Kid was published by Telltale Press, with its title poem nominated for the 2015 Forward Prize for Best Single Poem. In 2020, he published London Road West, an ebook of poems and photographs. A debut collection of poems, The Twice-Turned Earth is forthcoming, and he is currently working on a book-length study of the medieval Grail romances.
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