Saturday, April 3, 2010

NaPoWriMo #3: Fear

Kathy and I are playing in the Red,
White, and Blue caves
on Mt. Forist. We’ve named

them that because there are three
of them. We play house in one,
school in another, and eat our lunch

in the third. Before leaving
we do a little exploring
and I notice a slim passageway

like a flat snake leading out.
Kathy’s too big so I start slithering
through. There are rocks

in the way that I bend my body
around. It smells like dirty feet,
skunk urine, and rotten hamburger.

The tunnel gets narrower,
my head scrapes against the rock
above and the ground below.

I decide to retreat, start backing up
but get snagged on a rock. I try
going forward, again. Nope.

My chest swells like an air mattress
being blown up. I can’t breathe.
Confetti is waltzing in front

of my eyes. The cave is shifting
and falling in on me. There is no way
out. I scream, taste salt and dirt,

then hear Kathy’s voice at the end,
open my eyes and see daylight
just around the curve. “You can

make it.” I begin to deflate, wiggle
my head and body to make them fit,
and claw my way out. Kathy

saved my life that day. Whenever
I get an attack of claustrophobia, now,
I picture her face, like a full moon

bathed in morning light, smiling
and encouraging at the end
of the tunnel.

9 comments:

rhiannonproblematising said...

I really like the narrative of this poem, and the future/past juxtaposition.

Greg O'Connell Poet in Schools said...

Hi, Linda. Love the vivid details. My third poem is "Avid readers" at www.gregoconnell.com =)

Robin said...

Yes, that's frightening! Well done.

fourwindshaiga said...

I could feel the fear as I read this. Great job, Linda.

Ron. said...

This would never happen to me. You'd never get me in there to begin with. Still, I held my breath while reading. Very effective.

Erin Davis said...

What a vivid narrative you create here! Thanks, Linda.

b_ said...

Hello again, Linda. I'd forgotten how much I like your narratives.

flaubert said...

Now being stuck in something like that would be terrifying. Well done!
Pamela

Stan Ski said...

Yeah, that's a scary situation.
Try MINE

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