Items Carried Up Ben Nevis
The piano, that was easiest, despite the keys
rattling like dice beneath the lid, so next
I strapped a toffee-coloured horse across my back,
ferried a coffin with the body still inside
pitching from left to right with every move.
I took a statue of Napoleon and set it
on the pony track – a kind of shrine –
and goaded later in the pub, I dragged
the whole place up with me, stopped
to pull a pint beneath the summit cairn.
By then, the town was a skeleton,
the mountain curtseying with weight,
which just left you: I draped your arms
around my neck. Light as you are,
I couldn’t take you with me. Not a step.