Spelunking Through My Own Junk


It’s dark in here, but isn’t
it always, deep in the corners
where the most brittle bones lie?
I’ve got seven lives or so that say we’ll
make it out of this one, see the sun again
and try our hands at scaling this indigo sky.


prompted by Toads.


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11 Responses to Spelunking Through My Own Junk

  1. The contrast you build between the cave and sky is invigorating! Love this, de!

  2. ManicDdaily says:

    Wonderful distilled–very clever. Thanks. k.

  3. Kerry O'Connor says:

    Excellent piece, De. Your description opens several possibilities.

  4. Really good in its brevity. The seven lives is an intriguing possibility.

  5. hedgewitch says:

    I know that inner space, cluttered and crowding, all too well, and seven out of nine is doing pretty well. Short and bittersweet, but not without a light of its own.

  6. Sanaa Rizvi says:

    This is absolutely stunning..! 😀
    Loved the reference to the indigo sky 😀 Well penned..!

  7. Marian says:

    Somehow I feel uplifted at the end here. Junk in yer spelunk? 😉

  8. 6 stair-stepped lines about 7 lives. ya

  9. Perhaps it’s not dark at all – it’s just when we look it becomes dark. We impose reality upon it!

  10. Herotomost says:

    That seven lives line is super good. I love the cave like quality of the tone, fits the prompt perfectly! Sometimes the sun can be a bestie, especially if we haven’t seen her in a while! Great piece! Thanks for writing for the prompt!

  11. Kir Piccini says:

    Anticipating the big blue sky, even among the “stuff”. Yes.

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