2.5.11

Cave

the damp dark floor
creepers come out of ears
of stone
in the haystack a pin is found
a thorn from a flower
that once was
shrivelled in the heat and the cold
of mountain sun and mountain snow
weathered limbs leathered limbs
stiffen like rigor mortis
logs of wood
light up
the damp dark floor

~FV

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Bravo Ms. Versey!!!!!

FV said...

Hello Anon:

Thank you, but are you sure the bravo is for the poem? I'll take it anyway...

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