The Volcanic Soul

By Penny4athought

Tue, 21 May 2019
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The road is deeply rutted

Where ancient footsteps fell

The air above electrified

With stories no voice will tell

 

It’s been a long time coming

The winds of change did say

As clouds turn dark and dangerous

Over the beautiful Hana Bay

 

Molten heartbeats not of love

Rumbles through its vein

Too late to notice high above

What falls is not the rain

 

Pay homage daring wanderer

Who seeks volcanic soul

When twisted fire

Petrifies

To run must be your goal

Certificate 15
Poem
Spiritual

Comments

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Nice play on 'petrify'!

At Mr St Helens, the pressures caused the sediments to become hard rocks quickly too I think. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Penny4athought on

Thank you Rhiannon - and I do agree, Volcanoes do petrify much in its path - and it can leave some very artistic displays of art in those petrified rocks, once the elements have cooled.

Penny4athought