One poem by Amy Barry

A majestic beauty                                                           

  

She lives and breathes in the mountains,

she touches the sky, holds her crown

above her head. Clouds swirl and dance

around her, a prodigious sight!

Sleet beats against the hostel window.

Alas! Alone, I plunge into this backpacking

experience, a glimpse of her

creates a magical joy in my soul.

Sagarmatha!                                                     

She hears me say her name and smiles,

a beauty of elegance, supremacy;

triumph in her eyes, rejoicing in my spirit.

I stand on the hills of Nepal,

silent, still, absorb the unruffled ambiance,

I suck jaadh, it sinks into my soul,

cries euphoria in blood.

I hail those who have scaled her,

and reached the peak!

 ‘A tribute to a true wonder of the world.’

Amy Barry writes poems and short stories. Her poems have been published in anthologies, journals, and e-zines, in Ireland and abroad. Her works have been read on radio. She loves traveling and trips to India, Nepal, China, Bali, Paris and Berlin. These places have inspired her work, too. She lives in Athlone, Ireland.