053109070816-00 by Fay Slimm

A World Entombed

Quiet gloom descends on underground
and as we bend more
in dilligent search
to understand,
and downward stoop, mid ranks of rock,
damply oozing.

First glimpses of dim subterranean trip
into ancient caves
abound with spectres,
some of which,
depicting dig-thirsty first explorers,
sanitise the past.

We pass tombs of ancient bones whitely
gleaming, long exposed
to cavernous wet,
cordoned away from touch by prying
inquisitive fingers
they now lie in state, for tourist eyes,
and sadly disintegrate

Roaming rooms of high and domed
stalagmitic beauty in stone,
we patiently wait while
guide en-trances us
with vivid tales of recorded fantasy,
and eyes glaze
while trying to envision such
old cave-folk
in their rocky world.

Uncanny now the silence, with bright
spotlights gone, uncurls,
and we stand
amid pitch-black
as strange animals, suddenly growling
make us start,
and loud with snarls
the dank air thickens as it vibrates
and sound rebounds.

We, airless, sigh as the guide lights back
our way to modern day
and to reality's fevered need
for fairytales,
which for now is met,
while entombed rock, wet with past
of shrunken worlds
lures yet another tourist group,
and leaves
on us its potent mark
as history recedes.

Published March 09, 2010 Write a comment
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Ernestine Northover
Excellently portrayed and it put me right in there with you viewing the ghostly cavernous space. Fascinating places one doesn't want to miss seeing. Great write.
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heterodynemind
Wow I feel as if I did really go on some amazing subterranean trip. Thanks for the colorful journey. Those bones always startle me, whether in a cave or deep underwater, watching a diving show on television.
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sonetta
you are the poetic tourist guide if ever there's one---thanks for taking me along on this wonderful trip!!
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Karin Anderson
I have been sending you happy thoughts and it is lovely to see you back, with another marvellous Fay Slimm poem full of rock and entombed words to savor as I gaze at your stanzas saturated with awe. Much love Karin
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Fay!!! I too be missing you and your lovely flows, as HIS-tory may well recedes.... HERstory rocks on!!
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Frank James Ryan Jr./FjR
Welcome back to Oz, fellow-freak...Emerald City awaits ye, lass ! No skim of dust, nor grain of rust ...tho' you've been gone awhile////Structure crisp,'n clean, vivid imagery.....Flowing smooth as a cruise down the Nile! FjR
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