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Mohonk Retreat: A Poem

Updated on April 21, 2011
View from the Shawangunks
View from the Shawangunks
"The Lemon Squeeze"
"The Lemon Squeeze"
Mohonk Mountain House
Mohonk Mountain House

Mohonk Retreat



The copper scent of rotting leaves

familiar like spilled blood, warm,          


rising in autumn wind thermals.

Sweet pined air tastes the vague


moistness of moss covered rock

cold and metallic breathed in.


Carved stone opens a deep crevasse

pioneered a century ago by wealthy


barons searching hard for leisure.

Finding the fissure implausible, they


paid for a ladder scaling eighty feet,

a lifetime, out of the Giant’s Workshop,


and left below the broken bodies, those

who built their escape from boredom.


© 2010 Jay Decker

Another view from atop the "Gunks"
Another view from atop the "Gunks"

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      JayDeck 7 years ago from New Jersey

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      sligobay 7 years ago from east of the equator

      Your imagery is so sensory and well done. Copper and sweet pine scents and tastes fill the nostrils and lungs as the rotting leaves and broken bodies share the same fate. How can one negotiate implausible fissures? Spilled blood and deep crevasses and autumn wind thermals all elicit visceral responses from me as I read. I am in awe of the power of your words.