waiting

by mangoprawns

Posted to Action Poetry on 2003-07-12 14:21:00

Parent message is 483289
in peat dark damp
– and –
knocking on the shell
with a soft green arm
felt my strength
– by degrees –
in pushing without straining
felt my cage give
– just a little –

those watching saw
the fire pass through
– great trees fell
centuries in seconds –
leaving a dessicant landscape
and my shell
scorched, shrivelled and cracked

enough for me to push through
and announce my intentions