Mind the Mines

Mind The Mines Deep in the pits he digs with no miner’s lamp in hand to lighten the grime ‘alight’ whisper diminishing grips from the edge of bored winzes whence the shafted canary slowly progresses towards breathless suffocation Fists in anger palms and realms blistered oozing from purulent scratches surface subdued in labyrinth’s mazes wretched wrenched and perplexed An ossuary with bones and fragmented ember of mental contention crushed seduced by toxic waters confronting the essence and one final leap for the void Then buried yet glimmering a candle flickers to shine and gold dust blows the canary and the miner a kiss of life so that Orpheus finds solace in realisation that shadows and light must be married for a way in and way out to emerge 26th November 2016