In this oneiric tale I am invited to partake by my anima in a beautiful although frightening challenge.
I am then led steadily downward towards an underground chamber to encounter the Keeper of this subterranean domain.
The painting Tierra Vuelo – Prometea (Earth Flight – Promethea) is related on several levels to the poetry included in this post and subtly suggests the theft of the fire of creativity or creation.
Cumbrous Cave Fulvous Throne or Don the Fend Folly
A slightly sloped sidewalk
downward I do stride
multilevel sea view Anima me guides
diminutive ridge handrails trace scene tide
She’s close to sheer cliff
vegetation prime eyed.
Hesitation unwelcome in sharing her view
“come closer to edge observe down bijou”
nerve racked and alarmed reach rail I approach
slope height even lower this vertigo broach
prostrate and face up look down from the floor
tight torso slight lifted safe gaze eerie score.
Distinct invitation trail down passage way
I see water in exit sand also conveyed
(though not as effective construction dismayed).
We embark descent stroll routeing terrain encounter
basement dungeon is dark earthy flow moisty mountain
old hermit custodian ancient guardian fine wreaker
realm artifact steward dormant wine wisdom keeper.
Plank summit top table ornate vitreous bright jar
prepackaged clear pairs full round from afar
glass cradle of earplugs seem ripen rouge grapes
uneven cut boulders sum daunting landscape.
Reach crystal container retrieve packaged pair
(and ask the old man if it’s true that I can
He replies “No” emphatic, “tis mine, not to share.”
I mock to myself – ‘No worries Sultan…’)
plenty they’re from and remain with no care.
I don the fend folly grape earplugs of ice
two globules cold ears stroll cellar suffice
daft domain demands unearth once them all
rule dungeon quite tricky as slab made step stones.
Flight vertical labyrinth
Cumbrous cave Fulvous throne.