Today we're doing Octopoems. To find out what that is, go here. Mine is below:
SPELUNKING
I sit in the dark with my headlamp off. The black is so dense I can barely breathe.
No season matters in this Stygian place of silken draperies, chocolate ribbons, buttery bacon, and crazy-shaped Helictites
Beneath, a watery floor who knows how deep, puddles full of cave pearls and blind fish
For weather, only the drip drip dripping of seeping water hitting my helmet and a breathe of passing breeze
My grubbies are mud from the bottoms of my ragged shoes to the top of my head lamp
I sit on a stone stool to wait for my following son, who is chimney-ing down the last of the narrow crevasse.
I'm so glad I have my helmet on, or I'd have M*A*S*H-ed my head a hundred times.
Might as well have the sandwich I didn't want to leave in the car to give me food poisoning. Yum. Dirt.
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| These are 5 of our 6 children. |
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