Thursday 9 January 2014

Living with fire



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

46 comments:

  1. You have described this as the most idyllic bathe ever! Sounds wonderful.

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    1. This is one thing I would someday like to try ~ Thanks Kerry ~

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  2. There is sometimes beauty in the untamed. What a beautiful moment you've described, Grace.

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    1. To be in the belly of the volcano, there is beauty in the untamed ~ Thanks Mary ~

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  3. ha. 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.

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    1. The allure of the untamed, yes ~ Thanks Brian ~

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    1. I was thinking that its a good title for a poem, mmm ~

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  5. I think I'd like to go soak in that spring for a while!

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    1. Me too, until winter passes away ~ Thanks Robyn ~

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  6. Oddly 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.

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    1. Hard to live with a beast of man too ~ Thanks Susan ~

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  7. I have been trying to plan a trip there. You portray that wild beauty well

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  8. The untamed are sure a sight to behold, but from afar haha

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  9. an element of soothing with a tinge of the dangerous...makes interesting possibilities... :)

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  10. How lovely you describe such a day. A little respite, then reality awakening. I really like the ending.

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  11. This is a place you would NOT want to go? You make it sound quite inviting… although volcanoes do scare me …

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    1. The hot spring yes, the volcanoes - not ~ They scare me too ~

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  12. you 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 ~

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  13. This poem took me away..........love the "primordial pool" and the closing line especially.

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  14. Hot 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.

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    1. That is some hot spring experience ~ Thanks Helen ~

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  15. I'd love to try these hot springs! Love the atmosphere you created.

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  16. Beautifully vivid and I love the ending. Happy 2014 Grace.

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  17. thirsty fire & vicious gas - Love this and the picture it makes, i can taste the springs and the fire

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  18. Sounds so inviting but everything isn't always what it seems.

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  19. Sounds like the kinda fire I could live with!

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  20. My 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.
    I 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

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  21. reminds me of the taming of the shrew! a beauty in the thought of a conquest

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  22. 'primordial pool '? Didn't we all begin in one of those? LOL I guess it lit all our fires...

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  23. Sounds more like playing with fire!

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  24. Looks and sounds so out of space in winter time...

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  25. a definite playing with fire, and most of us have been such fools.
    Beautiful, as ever

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  26. 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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