Echoes of Hiawatha
The Cave
I descended in the cavern,
Through a passage, I descended,
Deep and deeper, ever narrow,
Ever further, ever darker.
As I sat and turned my light off,
Not a glimmer, not a flicker,
Not a shine of distant lantern,
Utter darkness, black and starless.
Not a sound of beast or human,
Not the plink of dripping water
Nor the rustling of faint breezes –
Utter silence, mute and soundless.
And I felt the cool hard limestone,
Felt the rock beneath my body,
Felt the wisdom and the secrets
In the ancient womb of Gaia.
Contest Echoes of Hiawatha:
Compose a poem in the style of Longfellow's Song of Hiawatha, maximum 20 lines. Form must be trochaic tetrameter, no rhyme (Select form as "verse"). Incorporate Longfellow's use of repetition as a device.
Copyright © Agnes Krampe | Year Posted 2017
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