by Oonah V Joslin
it rumbles forth
day without a dawn
skies overwhelmed with ash lit
from below the molten lake of it
like bubbling chocolate
thick and hot
beneath a crust of aeons
ionised sparks alight
adoration in an empty cup
that poured blood
for the mountain gods
was futile
fear in an empty sky
where gods of commerce
dare not fly
is futile
Oonah V Joslin is managing editor of Every Day Poets and a prize winner twice at Micro Horror.
#1 by jennifer walmsley on May 2, 2010 - 9:21 am
Excellent poem. Doom laden and very topical.
#2 by Bill West on May 2, 2010 - 11:45 am
Love that last stanza
#3 by oovj on May 2, 2010 - 12:51 pm
Thank you so much :)