April poetry challenge day 7

Jane Dougherty Writes

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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