Mountain is a poem I wrote in early 2022 while waiting for the ferry to cross the Howe Sound, looking North East towards Gambier Island from Langdale, after I had just received news that my Dad had only a short time left to live. The visual below was created from the poem using GPT4 to translate the poem into a prompt to seed MidJourney (V5) and selected after a couple of rounds of iterative creation.
by Jason Zerbin
I want to hold you oh mountain
like the wisps of a late winter fog
dancing slowly through your knotty pines
and the sea foamed tides
lapping gently at your rocky shore.
I want to watch you from the gaze of a gull
floating without effort around your crooked towers
falling towards you in a rhythm that I don’t create
moved only by the pulsing of wind
pulled up against your sullen outcropping.
I want to love you like a mother bird
sit upon you and keep you warm
and safe from the frigid gale that beats down on you
in attempt to soften your proud spires.
I want to witness your outlasting indifference
fold into your protective clefts
hide within your stony arms as the coastal storms pass
as in time they all do.
