On a hill track near here, a sign warns walkers to watch for "underrunners". These are actually underground passages carved by rain in the clay soil, but the word intrigues me and makes me imagine strange creatures living down there.
This poem is very much a first draft so be kind!
Underrunners
Once they knew the sun. The earth betrayed them,
gave way beneath their feet. You may hear them howling
but you will not see them. They gnaw roots,
snatch at the occasional pale insect.
They wander passages where pale fungi bloom,
running, always running, they keep in time
with the footsteps of those above.
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very good blog, congratulations
ReplyDeleteregard from Catalonia Spain
thank you
I like this quite a bit. The images are excellent. "Where pale fungi bloom" is a wonderful phrase. Your introduction really complements the piece.
ReplyDeleteI like where your imagination took you with the word underrunners. A strange concept, not unlike the underground rivers I mentioned in my poem.
ReplyDeleteInteresting, how you have them in a pale underground, running parallel to the above ground world.
Good to catch up with your latest happenings. I have visited the Quarry so know where you were ... it is a marvelous place and very near to where my sister lives.
ReplyDeleteOH I forgot .. the poem ... I love the imgage of the 'creatures' running along underground in time with the human feet above! A neat, surprising end to the poem.
ReplyDeleteLove it. Feels like a partner to your Minotaur in leather jacket poem ...
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