Quiet gloom descends, and we too downward <br />Stoop, mid ranks of rock, damply oozing. First <br />Glimpse of our trip in ancient cave abounds <br />With spectres, some, depicting dig-thirsty <br />First explorers, sanitise the past. Tombs <br />Of bones exposed in cavernous wet, now <br />Lie in state for tourist eye. Roaming rooms <br />Of stalagmitic beauty, eyes glaze trying <br />To envision the caveman's dangerous world. <br />Uncanny now, spotlights gone and pitch-black <br />Mid sound of animal snarls and growls curdling <br />Air, we airless sigh as guide then lights back <br />To reality fevered fantasy. - - - - Needs <br />Now met, entombed rock's shrunken world recedes.<br /><br />Fay Slimm<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-world-entombed/
