Missing Kelimutu #Twiglet 270

the wrong mountain and so we sat
feet and fire bottoming a mulchy gully:
around us the trees in jungling order
stepped away, their pluming shadows

just like the faces 'round- 
the in-and-out of firelight
gasping and leaping, orange hearts

my pack was propped against the hillside
hope on its knees  //  I leaned into it
tight wrapped, a lost cocoon

while above the canopy
the sky cut its milk teeth
in that great, dark yawn

and in dizzy sleep
I felt only sure
of the universal spinning

Written for Twiglet #270 “milk teeth”

Kelimutu is a volcano on the island of Flores in Indonesia. It is famous for having 3 different coloured crater lakes.

16 thoughts on “Missing Kelimutu #Twiglet 270

  1. This is a brilliant poem. I know that feeling when the night is so dark that stars feel just a fingertip away, and the sky is a giant yawn. A GIANT YAWN! How fabulous is that, eh?

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  2. Your writing always manages to catch me off-guard and I find myself grinning as I read out of sheer surprise at how you cobble words together. I really like how you see the world. It’s fascinating. 🙂

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    1. Many thanks, Mike. I have taken to writing notes on my phone. So an interesting word pairing will pop into my head and I’ll jot it down, having no idea of what kind of poem it will end up in. So I think you’re right. LOL I do cobble poems out of the confetti of my thoughts.

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