One Poem by River West

 

The Glass Man

 

The law of the plain is this,

That if your shadow touches another’s

If your shadow touches even the shadow

of a mountain, your life is forfeit.

A glass man would live longest here,

the light would shine right through him.

 

To be made of glass is to hinder nothing

of the light or the hunter’s reaching vision

of the mountain his shadow may not touch.

The world in pictures falls through the glass man,

the winds divide and flow around him, the plain

bears him lightly. He might be nothing.

 

 

River West is a wandering writer and parent who calls Scotland home. She can be found online at riverweststories.co.uk.