— looms in grandeur
— glaciers and dark passes
— avalanches (like a verb)
— fringe of eucalypts
— riches to a thousand Chinese powerstations
— uncomplaining at day’s early dusk
— Mum in the darkening room
— dry winds off the summit
— potatoes and gravy
— grit on the water glass
— inhaler on the bedside
— kids just can’t sit still (synaptic noise).
— He comes in heavy silence
— blackened nails on the table cloth.
Image: Red Fuji, southern wind clear morning, c. 1830, Katsushika Hokusai [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons. And here’s Steve Earle and the Del McCoury Band with The Mountain.
Peter Frankis writes 
Hokusai AND Steve Earle!
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Megawatts of power in this piece, Peter. I fear I have a one-blackened-track mind, but I don’t blame the miner for killing his son and the world. He doesn’t know better, it’s all in an honest days work.
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Thanks Steve – yes – that’s what I was getting at. 🙂
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My pleasure, Peter. I thought so, but it’s still a relief. I frequently see/hear/read what isn’t there.🐒
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