CAVE

by ladygwen123Williamstown, Massachusetts, USA

Aug 2014 255 Views 1 comments

THE CAVE

Chiselled by nature from volcanic rock
Where land mests the Sea
She yawns at old Poseidon
in a picture I cannot be.
But I know of the secrets she holds,
Buried treasure and smugglers deeds
And a place I could lay my head
On a cloth of golden fleece.
Then the sea crashes in kissing her floor,
While I dream of Atlantis and stoving Whales.

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Posted: Aug 2014

About this poem:

I wrote this poem after viewing a picture sent to me by my friend Shrop Lad. A picture of a cave facing the Sea somewhere in the vicinity of the home of Dylan Thomas the poet, where he lived in Wales