Jerry so glad you are here *clang*
Jerry so glad you are here *clang*
"But do you really, seriously, Major Scobie," Dr. Sykes asked, "believe in hell?"
"In flames and torment?""Oh, yes, I do."
"That sort of hell wouldn't worry me," Fellowes said."Perhaps not quite that. They tell us it may be a permanent sense of loss."
"Perhaps you've never lost anything of importance," Scobie said.
prendrelemick I'm so glad you enjoyed it. Thanks for commenting!
"But do you really, seriously, Major Scobie," Dr. Sykes asked, "believe in hell?"
"In flames and torment?""Oh, yes, I do."
"That sort of hell wouldn't worry me," Fellowes said."Perhaps not quite that. They tell us it may be a permanent sense of loss."
"Perhaps you've never lost anything of importance," Scobie said.
Good to see you posting on the NitLet agan, Haunted
Hi Auntie long time no see. Enjoyed your new iteration of NitLet. See you around!
"But do you really, seriously, Major Scobie," Dr. Sykes asked, "believe in hell?"
"In flames and torment?""Oh, yes, I do."
"That sort of hell wouldn't worry me," Fellowes said."Perhaps not quite that. They tell us it may be a permanent sense of loss."
"Perhaps you've never lost anything of importance," Scobie said.
remembering Kilauea
you open up
like a mountain would
you want me to let you in
the way you have
I’m on the verge
the earth’s paunch churn
the lava lake swells
water closer closer closer
can’t
I’m afraid
Last edited by Haunted; 02-01-2016 at 08:43 PM.
"But do you really, seriously, Major Scobie," Dr. Sykes asked, "believe in hell?"
"In flames and torment?""Oh, yes, I do."
"That sort of hell wouldn't worry me," Fellowes said."Perhaps not quite that. They tell us it may be a permanent sense of loss."
"Perhaps you've never lost anything of importance," Scobie said.
Hi Haunted,
I seem to have missed this. Must've been posted during my apostasy.
I can't help thinking that there's a typo in l6. Shouldn't that be "churns?" It doesn't quite make sense the way it is.
Apart from that, the poem is evocative. It puts you in the moment, that seductive few seconds of fear and wonder, the 'imp of the perverse' that tempts the will to oblivion. But at the same time, there are the polar opposites of fire and water, the lava lake conjurs the image of seething liquid red hot rock, but where does the water come from? It draws nearer. Is the narrator running from the fire, the consuming red heat of the mountain, closer to the sea which threatens to consume her if she jumps? Is the fiery mountain the red devil and the water, the deep blue sea? The narrator is trapped, and robbed of volition.
Interesting. You have earth, fire and water, all of which smother, suffocate. There is no air...
The narrator is robbed of the freedom to breathe.
Nice one, Spooky.
Come on home Haunted x
For those who believe,
no explanation is necessary.
For those who do not,
none will suffice.
This place needs you x
For those who believe,
no explanation is necessary.
For those who do not,
none will suffice.