You can see the inspiration for this poem and read the contributions to the challenge on Paul Brookes’ site here.

Inspired by Jane Cornwell and New York by John Law.

Lost time

In that moment
between the spark and the ignition
the roar that never stops
only increases
ever-present
in the swirling waters of the inner ear
turbulence with the iridescence of petrol stains

we see the primal night
the cold stars
feel the breath of giant ferns
hear the furtive brush of fur on frond

and in that moment
we touch the core the cradle the maternal cave
and remember.