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At the Mines!

When the treasure find you!

By Linda BromleyPublished 3 years ago 2 min read
At the Mines!
Photo by Dominik Vanyi on Unsplash

I stumble and trip

As my back aches in pain

But I look up and see

My bus driver smile and wave

As he drives past me - and my stop

I crumple to the ground in agony

My gopher in pieces just like me

And sleep is so hard to get

As I toss and turn in tangled sheets

I bump into other sweaty hot bodies

Other women also looking for dreams

What is this? Where am I?

I see my dorm room and my bed

Squished and only an inch wide

Just like my neighbour’s, and the rest

No wonder we sleep in the aisle

We groan as it’s time to get up

I squeeze my large girth into my inch wide room with its rainbow curtain door

To dress for a day of… just what exactly?

Too many women in my way, “go AWAY!”

So they all disappear and I am alone, wondering!

Unawares, a guy from my youth

Takes my hand and grins at me wide

While boss lady hurries us up for breakfast

Donuts and tuna mornay for breakfast?

I fill my plate but am pushed out the door hungry

Then I remember my new job far from home

I’m at the mines but what am I thinking?

Crippled and sick yet able to crawl

Down dusty tunnelly mines? Am I Crazy?

What’s down there?

Maybe my love if I search hard enough?

But down the mine leads to my friend’s house

Admiring reno’s her dad has done

Finding treasures amongst the crap

When I see HER running, screaming outside,

Not my friend but HER!

My heart thumps hard as I look up

From my steel caps to my flouro hard hat

I realise right then, now he’s free and

That I love him and I have all my life

How could I not know that all of these years?

I see him again and my heart pounds

Hair is done, dress is on and my bangles jingle

My brother drags me away to look at gardens

But all I can think is of him!

I wildly search for his rugged face

And then, I’m alone again back amongst the junk

And a hand takes mine and the tingles take over

As skyscraper sized trucks kick up dust storms

Who needs to mine for what I’ve got

When it actually found me?

He whispers in my ear

“I think I loved you all along”

And I feel weak at the knees…

I jolt awake and it’s daylight

I’m utterly crushed

This was JUST A DREAM??????,

Bizarre yet made so much sense!

All day I’m in a haze

It was so real, he was so real

He IS real but has another life

But the feelings don’t fade

And my legs remain jelly

And days later I still think of him

My heart races and I wonder!

surreal poetry

About the Creator

Linda Bromley

Just one of many creative outlets for me has been books! My whole life I’ve loved them and it’s so easy to make the jump to writing.

Recently I completed a poetry challenge and now, looking for more excuses to write, I’ve found myself here!

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