It’s always the same,
every time the world shakes,
litotic in it’s desire to show it’s strength
fractures appear in the walls,
plates fall from cabinets and
crash
into a multitude of shards
on the wavering floor,
like a puddle of shimmering tear drops
flickering candle flames
are snuffed out
by waves of jostled molten wax.
the sea begins to swell in retreat
is it gathering courage? or running away?
the tectonic roar,
a vexed groan from the hollows of the earth
is caught in temporal snapshots
amid a harrowing lull.
the light trembles
the foundation cracks
from the strain of tenacious juddering
the trembling lights
eclipse
leaving only the dirt’s laments
and the dark
About the Creator
Ellie Hoovs
Breathing life into the lost and broken. Writes to mend what fire couldn't destroy. Poetry stitched from ashes, longing, and stubborn hope.
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