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