A Still—volcano—life


A still—Volcano—Life—
That flickered in the night—
When it was dark enough to do
Without erasing sight—

A quiet—Earthquake Style—
Too subtle to suspect
By natures this side Naples—
The North cannot detect

The Solemn—Torrid—Symbol—
The lips that never lie—
Whose hissing Corals part—and shut—
And Cities—ooze away—

by Emily Dickinson

Comments (4)

This is very cool And so volcanoey
Awesome and captivating poem. Thanks for sharing here.
.........a nicely penned and captivating write ★
oooh very dark but beautiful