Wet walls of rock enclose
a caverned space — earth’s womb
wherein we wander like
lost souls in exile
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I could feel the tension in this poem Peter, a sort of 'waiting for something to happen' feeling, suspense, suspended, a stopping of time and as you say a sense of awe. Thanks you for writing this it was a great read Love Ernestine XXX.
Wow, great imagery Pete. This is miles better than any tourist brochure! Hugs Anna xxx