The hollow earth calls
with a hollow voice,
hollow words thud
as they fall into mud
and winter-dead bracken.
How strange that hollows
should pierce the earth
with yellow bursts
of daffodil, narcissus,
celandine and crocus.
Kim M. Russell, 1st April 2023
April 1 is here, accompanied by the first day of NaPoWriMo. I’m following the National Poetry Writing Month on Facebook and on their website: napowrimo.net.
Their (optional) prompt for the first day of NaPoWriMo is a fun one. Our challenge is to take a look through Public Domain Review’s article on ‘The Art of Book, find one that takes our fancy, and let ourselves be inspired to write a poem.
I chose Franklin Titus Ive. The Hollow Earth. New York: Broadway Publishing Co., 1904
writing in north norfolk 
I love how it rhymes. It makes each word more impactful. It has an atmosphere to it.
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Thank you so much for reading and commenting, Charlene!
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The Earth might be hollow, but this poem is jam-packed with goodness. Thanks KR
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Thank you Ron! I look forward to reading your poem for Day 2 of NaPoWriMo.
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Love the imagery in this piece. The first two lines drew me right in: “The hollow earth calls / with a hollow voice…” Good to see your work again, Kim!
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Thanks so much, Romana!
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Hello Kim,
The repetition of the words, the rhyme and the rhythm of the piece give a sense of the hollow voice echoing! That may have been what you were going for or not! Works for me!
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Thank you for reading and for your perceptive comments!
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The hollow earth with its hollow voice…….wonderful!
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Thank you Sherry. I hope you are well and that we see more of each other on the poetry trail.
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I love the delicacy of the final stanza and its gorgeous, thoughtful imagery! ❤
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Many thanks Layla!
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