Peru was a total buzz. I had longed to visit  Machu Picchu ever since hearing of it being hacked out of the jungle. The splendid location among towering mountains, the fact that it had remained hidden for so long , the quality of construction, and the wonder of it being there at all, gave it a magic quality, even before one set eyes on the site.

Only recently has the brilliance of the engineers been fully realized. Not only the intricate stonework, but also the terraces, which had a dual purpose. They helped control temperatures for crops, but, most importantly, were part of a multi-layered gravel drainage system to stop the whole thing sliding away on such an impossible location. A natural spring was also harnessed to bring a water supply from some distance. The clear water still flows to this day, forming attractive mini waterfalls in some places.

I have recorded my impressions in the following poem.

Machu Picchu

some climb the inca trail

struggle  up  peaks

gasp  in  the thin air

 battle nausea  headache fatigue

the path clings to narrow passes

above deep valleys  and raging rivers

sturdy porters rush

to carry their load

hoist the tents

warm  their suppers

and sleep  under the stars


we sing ollyyantaytambo


dance into  the vista dome

orient express of the andes

hostesses  lay   exquisite table runners

 orange and yellow   hand woven

 edged with intricate designs 

tiny vase of orange daisies  placed just  so

 silverware and napkins  

added to our trays    with tongs

we  nibble peruvian cakes and delicacies

sip  coca tea


our train sways along the sacred valley

past jagged mountains

hung with ferns  old men’s beard and flowers

or iced with snow

white water  roars along the valley floor

sculpting rocks on the journey

through the  untamed wilderness


mini buses replace our train

hug steep hillsides

above deep ravines

back up for other vehicles

the narrow road  edged with wildflowers

pink red and blue  delicate orchids

and succulent yellow passionfruit

hang heavy    ready for picking


cameras click at that first glimpse  

machu picchu 

upon  a  towering mountain

the amazon    far below

no conquistador gazed upon this  wonder

world heritage treasure

snatched from the rainforest


blurred images   artisans of long ago

heft  massive boulders from the foothills

on rollers    hone stone walls with precision,

build thatched houses     temples

and terraces    where llama graze


a glowing banner butterfly

blue  orange and black

flutters  against  grey stone

and one tiny inca wren   atop a roof 

serenades our  magic morning


Of course, Peru boasts much more than Machu Picchu.  Talk of  other adventures next time.

About wraxdec

I've reached the age of flamboyance and bling.I love Classical FM, Jazz, French chansons, French movies, SBS Documentaries and Wednesdays with my Women Writers Critique Group at the NSW Writers Centre.I've published short stories and the occasional article. My novel/'faction on nursing in the 20th Century,' BLACK STOCKINGS WHITE VEIL - A TALE OF ADVERSITY, TRIUMPH AND ROMANCE AT ROYAL PRINCE ALFRED HOSPITAL'- was a Finalist in the 2009 Indie Book Awards. I've critiqued a second fictional family memoir, 'SONGS FROM HEAVEN', and am working through a third, 'GOING HOME'.
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1 Response to

  1. John Wright says:

    Thanks again for the lovely personal glimpses. Looking forward to seeing your photographs when we come up next month.



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