My response to Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt – Cave – #writephoto

The way led down an old green lane,
Into the woods and back again,
A weed-riddled path quite overhung
With heavy foliage that swung
Across the crumbling hillside.
Returning ravens overhead,
Ill-omened messengers of the dead,
Croaked a raucous resounding knell,
Gurgled like a broken bell,
Jet feathered and coal-eyed.
Above the damp and earthy flatus
Of leafy plants and rotting humus,
The sulphurous stench of imminent lightning,
The thrumming air electric, frightening,
Sent us scrambling for a place to hide.
A crevice like a yawning grave
Opened to reveal a cave
Before us in the darkening day,
Proof that nature finds a way:
The ancient path had led us safe inside.
© Kim M. Russell, 2016

Lovely, Kim… I like the idea of it being a gift of Nature.
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I like hidey holes and caves, they connect us with nature and ancient times. Not many caves near us, unfortunately – Norfolk is a bit too flat.
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Few around here in Buckinghamshire either… but the north offers me plenty whenever I get there 🙂
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Very nicely done.
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Thank you, Bernadette!
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Wonderfully portrayed; I love the imagery of a “yawning grave”.
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Thanks, Shaun, for reading and commenting.
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Beautifully written,
i found you poetry piece through another blogging friend..
chris
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Thank you so much for reading and for your kind comments, Chris!
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You are in dubiously welcome!
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Beautiful and Mystical 🙂 very Nice!
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Thank you for reading!
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I enjoyed it 🙂
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