Best Geysers Poems

Yes, I smell sulfur
Brimstone seepage smothers me
Earth’s crust pizza thin
Mud pools like cauldrons bubble
Dante’s infernal region.

Underworld torment
Geysers vent their hot rage
I am thunderstruck
Extreme caution is needed
The inferno is waiting.


A trip many years ago to Rotorua reminded me of Dante's Inferno. The smell of sulfur (Brimstone)...

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