(For Thursdays Poetry Lucky Dip!)
In the palatial Himalayas,
Half way up the Chinese face
Of glacial Mount Everest,
There is a gateway to the snow dragon race.
I go there in snow-storm powered missiles,
Made from washing-up liquid, white conditioner
And bicarbonate of soda
With my chest of artefacts and things,
Launching myself on de-frosted wings.
I think of Mount Everest
And the rocket soars,
Upwards at the speed of light
It disappears and reappears
At the foot of Mount Everest, his eminent might.
There is a ladder made of ten thousand glacier shards,
Fused for ten hours into long planks.
Stuck with honey borrowed from a polar bear,
Protecting her cubs, guarding with care.
Huge snowflakes float softly down below.
When they hit the mountain, they explode.
The tiny shards of snow
Turn into eggs and snow dragons hatch,
Each with delicate spots that match.
Snow dragons are huge mythical beasts.
With tails like gutters,
They collect the snow
And sometimes have feasts.
The snow collects and forms crystal spikes.
And like snakes,
The dragons shed their tails.
The crystal spikes sprout roots underground
And grow into tall pointy trees
Whose leaves rustle without a sound.
Pentagonal stars rest on the top
And once a year, on 23 August,
Down to the ground, the tip of the star will drop.
Blown by the energy and force of the air
Being sucked into the roots,
Snow fireworks explode everywhere.
And all around the world
Tiny droplets are caught,
Turning the Earth into an Everest of colours
From my very own imagination and thoughts.
