Kim Rodrigues Poet Free verse

Descent

DESCENT 


Way down in catacombs, sleeping stairs descenta depth that silhouettes ice cold hell.
                                        I’m chilled, yet curious.
                                           why tour where ghosts hang out?
                                               a sign suggests that we should leave,
                                                   icicles quip “beware” of picked clean bones.

We
do
enter
a
mass
grave
dead womb and silent feet doth creep along this crypt. So many
skulls and bones, our eyes are glued. Should i reach out
should
i
touch
stone
i
don’t

6/8/2017

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Sara Ella June 9, 2017 at 4:48 AM Ooooo! The catacombs! This is creepy dark writing that brings shivers - a really good, scary poem! :) Kim Rodrigues June 9, 2017 at 8:39 AM Thank you, Sara!

Daniel Turner June 8, 2017 at 12:51 PM I like this one, Mrs Kim. I have always been intrigues by the catacombs. Kim Rodrigues June 8, 2017 at 1:08 PM Thank you, Daniel! I visited the one in Paris. Was something! The workers got creative with the bones.

Chris Green June 8, 2017 at 11:36 AM I find it amazing that when I read your poetry, regardless of theme or form, I find my mind traveling in whatever world or scene you have created. This was no different except this journey was creepy. You are very talented my friend. Kim Rodrigues June 8, 2017 at 11:38 AM Thanks so very much, Chris!