hot volcanic spring
caresses my back in soothing strokes
sky is smooth as milky water
peeling my skin like a newly born
closing eyes, i drift like a leaf
rootless, lost in primordial pool
my foot touches black lava rock
it reminds me where i am
small lake, cradled in tempest mountain,
birthed from thirsty fire & vicious gas
moment's lull is fleeting
sleepless, roaring beast
how foolish of me
to believe i can tame you
Posted for Imaginary Garden for Real Toads - Isadora Gruye's Challenge - I am referring to Iceland's famous hot springs which are nestled in lakes of volcanoes.
and Poets United - Newness - Hosted by Susan Chast - in 75 words or less ~
Picture credit: here
You have described this as the most idyllic bathe ever! Sounds wonderful.
ReplyDeleteThis is one thing I would someday like to try ~ Thanks Kerry ~
DeleteThere is sometimes beauty in the untamed. What a beautiful moment you've described, Grace.
ReplyDeleteTo be in the belly of the volcano, there is beauty in the untamed ~ Thanks Mary ~
Deleteha. there is def no taming...and if we did would we really appreciate it as much, you know...there is def more allure for the untamed for me....volcanos can be a bit scary as well...you never know....ha.
ReplyDeleteThe allure of the untamed, yes ~ Thanks Brian ~
Deletethirsty fire!
ReplyDeleteI was thinking that its a good title for a poem, mmm ~
DeleteI think I'd like to go soak in that spring for a while!
ReplyDeleteMe too, until winter passes away ~ Thanks Robyn ~
DeleteOddly enough, this makes me think of cats and how they know to move out of harms way. And it reminds me of living in Berkeley in 1989, when the huge quake proved the ground wasn't solid. Each moment is new, and all it takes is one toe touch to remind the narrator where she is. Beauty and the Beast is all around us, but the Beast is not really an enchanted prince.
ReplyDeleteHard to live with a beast of man too ~ Thanks Susan ~
DeleteI have been trying to plan a trip there. You portray that wild beauty well
ReplyDeleteThank you moondustwriter ~
DeleteThe untamed are sure a sight to behold, but from afar haha
ReplyDeleteI agree, best from afar ~
Deletean element of soothing with a tinge of the dangerous...makes interesting possibilities... :)
ReplyDeleteI agree, smiles ~
DeleteHow lovely you describe such a day. A little respite, then reality awakening. I really like the ending.
ReplyDeleteI like the spa though ~ Thanks Myrna ~
DeleteThis is a place you would NOT want to go? You make it sound quite inviting… although volcanoes do scare me …
ReplyDeleteThe hot spring yes, the volcanoes - not ~ They scare me too ~
Deleteyou dream of heat and bright during the white of winter, yes? this would also fit in the prompt at PJ on fire, I think. Have a good weekend, Grace ~
ReplyDeleteI dream of spring, smiles ~
DeleteThis poem took me away..........love the "primordial pool" and the closing line especially.
ReplyDeleteHot springs in Rotorua and Taupo, New Zealand! Ah, I am in total bliss remembering. Don't forget to link to Poetry Jam .... Loved this one, Grace.
ReplyDeleteThat is some hot spring experience ~ Thanks Helen ~
DeleteI'd love to try these hot springs! Love the atmosphere you created.
ReplyDeleteIts an experience, smiles ~
DeleteBeautifully vivid and I love the ending. Happy 2014 Grace.
ReplyDeleteThank you Laurie ~
Deletethirsty fire & vicious gas - Love this and the picture it makes, i can taste the springs and the fire
ReplyDeleteThank you Alan ~
DeleteSounds so inviting but everything isn't always what it seems.
ReplyDeleteSo true Kathryn ~
Deletethere's a comeuppance!
ReplyDeleteyes ~
DeleteThank you Loredana ~
ReplyDeleteSounds like the kinda fire I could live with!
ReplyDeleteMy husband has decided he wants to go to Iceland for his birthday at the end of March. Me, not so much. But he booked my airfare and our hotel, so I guess that's that. I'm thinking I don't want to visit hotsprings located in a live volcano.
ReplyDeleteI keep thinking of that last big explosion. One of my brothers was in southern Europe on business and couldn't get home for a week.
An excellent write, however, Grace.
K
reminds me of the taming of the shrew! a beauty in the thought of a conquest
ReplyDelete'primordial pool '? Didn't we all begin in one of those? LOL I guess it lit all our fires...
ReplyDeleteSounds more like playing with fire!
ReplyDeleteLooks and sounds so out of space in winter time...
ReplyDeletea definite playing with fire, and most of us have been such fools.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, as ever
I can feel the touch of the Black Lava Rock, it would certainly remind me that a place like this can not be Tamed.
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