April poetry challenge day 7

Today’s poem for Paul Brookes’ April challenge is inspired by Kerfe Roig’s Cave and the work of Jane Cornwell. You can see the images and read the poems here.

Slipping back to the beginning

We hold it all in our hands,
the greatest and the least,

watch the glaciers melt,
cliffs crumble into the sea,

mine shafts delving deep into the earth’s entrails,
the liposuction of bloody minerals, until

we cave in our own honeycombings,
sucked back into the molten darkness.

The sky screams, and life slips
like water through our fingers,

while in his sea cave, the horse god
nods his head sadly and closes the door.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

24 thoughts on “April poetry challenge day 7”

    1. Thank you. I used more the Cornwell image. Kerfe’s was that horse head at the bottom. I just kept looking at it.
      By the way, I’m having trouble commenting on your latest post. I get a server maintenance message and told not to touch anything for 5 minutes. I can’t get back in no matter how long I wait! I’ll try later this evening.

      1. I forgot to ask you, talking about weird WP things, do you get interference from the old editor when you post an image? Quite often now when I go to upload or select an image, I get the old format and any image I select from my gallery comes out in a reduced size. Sometimes I get the option to resize, but not always. It’s beginning to irritate me. Have inflicted this new editor on us, they might at least be consistent!

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