The Silent Mountains by Rachel Grosvenor

Each day I quell the silence that

Drips

       Drips

               Drips

                       Into my space.

Between my four walls the absence of noise is repugnant, and yet

I climb

          Up

              As high as I can,

To stare out at the mountains that surround me.

The reward is awe, it is

Breath,

          Still,

                Calm,

And a silence so glorious, that it cannot be embraced.

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Rachel Grosvenor is a British writer and tutor, with a PhD, MA and BA Hons in Creative Writing. She writes in various genres and forms, from travel writing to fantasy, and her work has been published in equally diverse places – from Cadaverine Magazine to the wall of the blue bedroom at the National Trust’s Baddesley Clinton. Rachel’s writing news can be followed on Instagram at @teachmecreativewriting, or on her website www.RachelGrosvenorAuthor.com.