Large green leaves lean lushly
against crater walls
palm trees and pines jostle for space
Flowery grasses spotted with inevitable hydrangeas
(blue invaders of our hearts)
line the dirt road to the vent
At the carved curving stairs
our descent into a dreaming volcano
Fumes fill noses and heads
Hades once writhed here
and scents it’s promise of return
Copyright © 2019 Kim Whysall-Hammond
Another poem inspired by a visit to Furna do Enxofre, an empty magma chamber on Graciosa island in the Azores. Empty of magma, not fumes….
…the painting is my own, and one of several of the vent….