What I have isn’t what I’ve got
the planet lacks a ring, anything
wasn’t here before it was there
I make up an atmosphere
Far beneath this surface
lies town from waterfall
the cracks off the mountains
under things I cannot see
After six days of the shivers
and the seven nights of horror
(it's a rather ghostly town)
everything is going over
Imagination a working thing
like a root or the benthic algae
and the mountain is falling
on a kitchen and a meal
Always a pleasure walking out
afterwards to look inwards
often the places we are in
are the places we're not.
I enjoyed this very much. The ending is particularly strong. Great work.
ReplyDeleteMy pleasure. Thanks for listening, Danny.
DeleteLovely! So pleased to hear a response in poetic voice! A lovely considered and evocative poem.
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