Unearthed

[LaughGiraffe]

From below and deep in the blackest soil
I listened to his fingers toil
and till black earth without rest
as throbbing beats slowed in my chest.
The gentle scrape as hands dug
grew louder than the ravenous bug.

Closer still and oh dear God,
the thinning dirt, the displaced clod,
the first blade of lemon light
stabbing through by crumbling night,
blossomed fear within my chest,
disturbed my cold, selfish rest.
I remembered then quite vividly
that the light hadn’t ever been good to me.

It was just past dawn when I first crawled below,
my hands the shovel, my heart the hoe,
when my flesh and soul first filled the pit
and seeded the infertile grit.
Since then I’ve existed under silt and ore
And had never been unburied before.

But now a beam, piercing hot.
Scalded flesh replaces rot.
Gilded shafts dull my sight
until bitter tears mourn the night.
Burrowing blindly was my only will
yet my every muscle stayed deathly still.

He unearthed me with a hazel gaze,
a gentle touch and earnest phrase.
Exposed were my faults and scars.
Fresh air bowed my bony bars.

[dwells]

A marvelously original tale told in an extended metaphor. Sounding akin to Sleeping Beauty maybe, and so glad there seems to be a happy, if belated ending for you LG. Sometimes it's nice to be disturbed - cheers! - Dan

[DreamerSeeker]

Well written. I really enjoyed this one. Keep on writing! :)

[candlewitch]

OMG!!!

this is excellent work, reminiscent of E.A. Poe himself! wonderful imagery and rhyming skill!!!

always, Cat

[falstaff]

At first I thought that the narrator was human but than again maybe not in this poem of gleeful rot maybe leaving it to the imagination of the reader. NICE1......Falstaff

[BarryC]

stunning work-deserves the spotlight

[JASON]

Outstanding!! best poem for me in quite a while.