Nightfall on the Eucumbene River

   
Motionless, on the edge of the Eucumbene River,    
broken light desperately seeps through snow gums   
as the sun smoulders on Kalkite's icy crest beyond.    
Twilight lingers an eerie hue in the drowned ravine,    
night grows closer, eagerly revealing black ash purity    
as sunbeams creep for fear of disturbing the tranquillity.    
   
   
The shadow of the sun pulses with platypus rises
as we paddle against her gentle flow into the wild.    
Diminishing light is sucked from our very breath    
when night swiftly suffocates our senses. The sense
of sight gasps for vision through a pinhole of green,
revealed by a fragile beam of incandescent light.    
   
   
The dominating alpine night has taken us hostage,    
prisoners in a nylon embryo, safe from the unknown,    
locked embrace wards the overwhelming carbon chill.    
But we are not alone in this deep chasm of darkness,    
we listen to echoes of clumsy nocturnal mammals,    
as we lay wide-eyed blind, startled by our imaginations.    
   
   
   
   
This is an old poem rewritten for the "Camping" poetry comp.