Stalactites Poems | Examples

Staircase

staircase
ascending where
incandescent
stars are stalactites
hanging in a sapphire sky
of satin

Uncle Spelunker

Uncle was a spelunker
drove to the caves
in his clunker
(it was quite the junker)
without a sound
he sunk underground
pitch black as night
and on his hat
a bright white light
(the switch it was waterproof)
to see which stalagmites
might reach the roof
where stalactites
clung on tight
unafraid of bats
flitting around
never flunking
Uncle loved going down
but sorely and sad to say
on one of those getaways
a painful cluster of bad carbuncles
curtailed Uncle's spelunking days

I Saw a Storm of Ice and Stone

I saw a storm of Ice and Stone,
Curling North the footed hill;
From which grows the cold and bone,
Beholden to whom the beggars kill.

The ashen clouds above the alabaster-
A sieve to the dense and wet-
Hurls itself upon a pastor
Who preaches that which isn't yet. 

I saw a wyrm, or an armless slither,
Bubble from the preacher's mouth.
It curled in smoke into the weather
Which had boiled to the South.

Lest the East of orchid hue,
Eclipsed by this tempest's crest.
In neon strips, atramentous blue;
I waited, watching, in the West.

The spin of stone and thick of ice,
Had eyes for that beneath its gale.
It at last approached, to name its price,
And returned my gaze with orbs of scale.

Their pupil slits,
Bright stalactites,
Hung in sable ink of iris;
Claimed my sight, without a fight,
Traded for words scrawled on blood papyrus.

A Hollow Place

(“A Moment of Grace aka The Empty Mirror”, 2024, original encaustic)

A Hollow Place

Sometimes it seems that who I am
Is nothing more than the dripping sediments
At the edges of a hollow cave
All the stalactites and stalagmites
Of a lifetime of experience
Calcified into a personality.
I may fool myself and even others sometime
With the wonders these shapes create
But in truth they are the mere dregs
Of all those formative years.
And what I’m really left with
When all the lights are out
And all the visitors gone 
Is just the hollow place inside.

(11/24/24)

freezing sorrow

lovely autumn was crying
for her spoiled unharvested pumpkins
when jack frost came by
freezing her tears
her hair is stalactites now
this stopped the sorrow
freezing it in time

Sweden

Eden of my eye
Beauty in culture of ten million
Garden of my eye
Haven of brethren and sistren

Values never weakened,  in words spoken
Freedom strengthened, heritage golden

Sprinkled love in dynamite
Ceilings of heaven in stalactites
Grounds softened by stalagmites
Citizens' history, written in strobe light

Magnets of loving people
Ore of the grounds supple
Blanket of salvation
Tablet and core of the nation

Moscow 1993

powdery snow-drenched
coldest in seventy years
eyes frostbitten from hot tears

frozen mustaches
stalactites dripping with chill
million ruble lunch to thaw

Ice Breaker

Frozen
Struck by your hand
Gentle touch makes me stand
Between the eyes I'm captured
Enchanted I am, frozen ice raptured
Crystal dripping stalactites thawed
Stalagmites on ground awed
Then you vanished
Frozen

Stalactites

stalactites are
pure inner  cry of the earth
 in cavernous tears

Cave of Wonders

Cave of wonders,
Caverns so deep,
Through vast rooms I wander,
So many secrets to keep.

The path tightens,
The corridors weave,
Mysterious sounds frighten,
Seeing the magic others see,

Deeper down I go
To unknown steps below,
Exploring further and anyone’s been,
There seems to be no end.

Stalactites hang from above,
Their beauty alone is enough,
Walls covered in draperies,
Millions of years of Earth’s memories.

Deep pools of blue
With emerald green hues,
Waters untouched by any hand,
Stoney beaches with no sand.

Crystals form almost uniform,
Where many cave creatures are born,
Flowing walls made of stone,
Beautiful formations have grown.


With my lantern I decide not to go deeper,
As I stand at in the doorway
I feel like a gatekeeper.
I wish it was forever that I could stay.,
But now home is where I must make my way.

Climbing up inclines so tall,
I tread carefully as not to fall,
Emerging from the depths
I take several deep breaths,
I make my way to the surface,
The thought of leaving makes me nervous.

As I stand at the cave’s entrance
I nod my head,
Until next time
My good friend.

Icicles

frozen swords clinging
icy shard-like stalactites
dripping in sunshine

HONORABLE MENTION
"Haiku With Nature Description"
All Poetry - February 2, 2022
written November 29, 2021

In the Chasm of My Mind

In the chasm of my mind 
Where many tears have crystallised;
becoming stalagmites and stalactites - 
To have had, and to have held; 
To have lived, and to have died 
To all life’s happenings, good and ill,
For restitution and solace now seek their place,
Many eyed beasts crave the crumbs of the waste -
wasted years, and scorn  fed tears , they lay in the hidden caves of the recesses of my  mind…

I will look up to the hills 
And feed upon the sunrise,
My need is saturated in Your love;
I am bathed in Your light 
And swaddled in Your cloak of righteousness 
As Surely as goodness and mercy are at my side, I seek no comfort here,
for I am sustained by the fount of all blessings
And by the Eventide when I find myself at The Great River, 
I will be ready to cross. 

Naomi Rainbow

A Storm Rushes In

A crocodile-hide sunset,
a ferrous squall;
somethings boiling up there.

Storm gulls
beat mosquito clouds away
as they flee.

Ten wild horses corralled in a dumpster
hammer my fearless heart.

An anemic sky gulps for breath
near or far
a brawling trample scuffs the earth. 

The dimming light drips strings 
of gelid spittle.
Vaporous stalactites shred an acrid air.

Now a ferrous rain cuffs and pelts.
I hide my face from its eyes,
follow a screaming ghost
into the house.

Study In White

Acrid smoke in the scientist’s bell jar
Blankets of chenille-covered snow
Crystalline carbon diamond star
Drips forming stalactites grow
Effervescent waterfalls’ dreams
Frothy-topped cappuccinos 
Gelid surfaces of lakes and streams
Halos of angels in holy repose 
Icebergs splitting from their source 
Jasmine-covered pergolas in Spring
Knuckles clenched in fear or remorse
Love’s purest form sobering
Mandala patterns on frosted window
Newly-born flamboyant flamingos
Opalescent lustre of pearls on show
Pineapple-licious snow cones 
Quills of the porcupines’ defense
Ringlets of great-grandparents’ hair 
Steamy hot springs vapor intense
Trailing wisps of London fog air 
Undulating winter foothill maze
Veils of fine tatted lace purity 
Wieliczka Salt Mine passageways
Xilinous spider webs artistry
Yahrzeit candle flame in memoriam
Zephyrus ballooning sails on a whim

Ice Hangings

Ice Hangings 
David J Walker

My backward 
Paradise 
Has entered an 
Extended season
Of unexpected ice

Unwelcomed 
Not needed in
The February storm

That formed after an
Abnormally warm week
Of unwinter like weather

Winter has moved back in
decorating with 
ice hangings like
stalactites formed 
over a week of 
bitter cold nights
that at any moment
might come crashing down

The thing is
we are bound to have 
warmer weather again
but not until 
Spring sets in

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