Monday, March 30, 2009

Cave

Dark, Cold and Wet lives down where Light couldn't reach.
Limestone reigns all over the walls,
With Stalactite crowns, in Stalagmite thrones.
Here, Columns hold up arches that lead
Eventually to a Dead End or that rare Light.

Crude markings decorate Palace ramparts
Of a Hunter in mid-hunt running away from the game,
Darting behind sharp rocks and scattered bones
That have turned into Shadows with a thousand eyes
Looking and searching for a way out.

Moments flow and stop, measured in a broken timeline
Drawn by incapacitated limbs and ailing minds.
But Time drags out evidence with preserved Skulls
Kept with gemstones and diamonds dipped in Red Sand
That blinds.

For Totally Optional Prompt: Solitaire

4 comments:

Linda Jacobs said...

Fantastic description of the cave!

And I love the skulls at the end!

Pretty Me!! said...

very scarry ;) !! a diggerent write .. enjoyed it :)

Richard Wells said...

Sounds like the entrance to Hades. Nicely done.

floreta said...

this is really dark, but enticing imagery!