Table Mountain - Mountain of Hearts

I live in Cape Town, and have a view of the lovely Table Mountain wherever I find myself. She's beautiful but dangerous too - this is my poem, my ode to her.

Your beauty has enthralled thousands for ages,

Even those who have not seen you know your name through visions on pages

Your silhouette tempting all to come, much like the sirens of old

Welcoming all, from the soft-spoken to the brave and bold

 

Your wondrous beauty cannot be described, a jewel of Gaia you must be

Gently crowned by the Atlantic, you’re the image of royalty

Placing hope in the hearts of man, coming home from afar

Or comforting the lonely heart, strumming his guitar

 

Yet as your hand is calming, it can be fierce

Winds howling and dashing with an icy pierce

Mercy! What have we done to provoke?

She howls in fury as she dons her white cloak

 

Yet not long she calms once more, the fair mistress she is

Opening her arms once more to all who seek her blessed kiss

Discovering her ancient secrets and untamed beauty with every trip to and fro,

Oh Table Mountain, I've lost my heart to you without aid of Cupid’s arrow!