The Darker Reaches
What is a well?
A place for water to dwell,
a circle from hell
where fire creeps and groans.
A ring of stone
restraining liquid
in a shape prescribed by masons
when it would rather run free,
falling through dark waves
of its own effervescence,
reaching ever further,
until it outreaches itself.
A place for water to dwell,
a circle from hell
where fire creeps and groans.
A ring of stone
restraining liquid
in a shape prescribed by masons
when it would rather run free,
falling through dark waves
of its own effervescence,
reaching ever further,
until it outreaches itself.
posted by burning moon at 1:56 PM
2 Comments:
Wow, I never knew water had such depth and complexity *grin*
Its very well done, I like exploring something so normal and commonplace as a well, and then to attribute thought and life and desire to that which it contains, very cool
I wonder if we ever outreach ourselves... excellent poem!!
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