This is the first Wednesday in almost a year that I haven’t posted a poetry challenge. Maybe it’s time to post the very strange image I found, taken from a book entitled ‘The Story of the Sun, the Moon and the Stars’ published in 1898—an artist’s impression of a sunspot. There’s no challenge, but if anyone is inspired by this weird image, I’d be interested to read your poem, so feel free to post a link.
On the fiery, frond-waving skin
Of the ardent sun,
Deep caves, red as embers pulse.
Crucible in fusion,
Of molten metals, rippled heat,
Shimmers, silent and sluggish,
Where salamanders swim,
Swishing their sultry tails,
And the world was born.