—an ode to Ascendosphere 42 by Eva Lundsager
Up the earth split
and out spit
a fount of steam.
Though where it rose
it seemed the toes
of two feet
almost met
the effect was really
clouds of steam
and the ominous
color of wet cement
with the same pooling
tarnished silver gets—
all this event
and no wonder
we let slip
our molten core.
Two responses
• Aneesa, July 8, 2011 at 6:59 am
I love this one. Also, I think you should submit to Rattle: http://www.rattle.com/submissions.htm.
• Joa, March 3, 2014 at 7:33 pm
I have to thank Eva Lundsager for the original watercolor painting she sent me after reading this poem!! One of the best presents and responses to a poem I’ve ever gotten!