The Blasphemer on the Mountaintop

the high and the mighty cannot exact change until at last they join the ones down below

The blasphemer screamed from the mountaintops.

None could hear him down below--

Not over the sounds of celebrations unstopped.

All that heard his words were lofty flakes of snow.

Scraggly mane and such a mangy beard--

When finally seen, he was deemed unduly weird.

So he continued and on he screamed

To the lower crowds in alcohol hazed dreams.

The dance, the drink to a god he refuted,

But the book of the god was cited, refuted.

So, on they danced unaware of him above--

Easier to drink and dream of a fictional god who loved.

He screamed louder in order to loosen their minds,

But his words instead loosened a frightful avalanche.

He tumbled down the mountain, crushed in rushing snow,

And finally with a crash, his words had stopped their dance.

Reviews

[Tate Morgan]

Hmm such is the fate usually of any who try to scream their ideas to the masses .They dont listen.I guess mankind likes to learn the hard way and so he does just that

[Coyote Poetry]

Great vision create by powerful story.
"So, on they danced unaware of him above--
Easier to drink and dream of a fictional god who loved."
People can't hear the screams till the final end. I like the ending of this poem. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poem.
Coyote

[allie_arrowz]

interesting write. i like the images and the foreshadowing of snow to the avalanche.

[Dennis Shanaberg]

Thanks, glad you liked it.
Was worried that there wasn't enough foreshadowing, but as you saw it, I guess the foreshadowing did its job. Thanks again.

[allie_arrowz]

it did :) welcome!