Beneath our feet

narrative verse

 

 

 

Beneath our feet

 

 

Great caverns formed by Natures hand

 transformed into a wonderland

When man provides electric light

highlighting every stalagmite

and stalagmite for our delight.

 

Stray chips of quartz reflecting back.

 Pin points of light against the black

dark shadowed rocky walls. Like eyes

 their colours take you by surprise

 they coruscate like fireflies.

 

This beauty had been seldom seen

except by potholers who are keen

 to tread where no one trod before

Pioneers who choose to explore

the hidden depths which they adore.

 

The hardy men who found the way

 to wonders we can view today.

They had to crawl we walk upright

their way was dark but we have light.

 Revealing wonders to our sight.

 

I wonder why Dame nature hid

these caverns in the way she did

 and if we were intended to

 follow up each subtle clue.

A task which very few could do.

 

Although wild creatures knew the way.

The bats which shun the light of day

 have roosted here for centuries.

They come and go just as they please

by hidden ways that no man sees.

 

18-Mar-08

Reviews

[Barbara Walker]

I like the rhythm of this poem and the subject matter. Good poem! Barbara