Hello, and welcome! This is 15 Words or Less Poems, a low-pressure way to wake up your poetry brain (guidelines here), and I’m very glad you’re here.
A favorite site in Iceland was the rift in Thingvellir National Park, where two tectonic plates meet. The earth is oh-so-slowly bubbling up between those plates, molten lava surging upward and hardening into land. The land on opposite sides of this rift is moving in opposite directions at the rate of about 1 centimeter per year. Geology is amazing. (The diagonal line sort of near the center of the rift image is a hiking trail, and those little specks are people walking along it in the fresh snow.)
And there I am goofing off a bit. (I have a fear of falling–rest assured I was NOWHERE near the edge of the rift when this was taken.) This image makes me think of several things:
- A doorway to inner earth
- A monster with lava tongues
- The Grand Canyon (which I’ve never been to)
And here’s my first draft–which went in an entirely new direction!
It’s your turn! Have fun and stick to 15 WORDS OR LESS! (Title doesn’t count toward word count.)