Art & Life

All The Wells

Lonely Road
Photo by Jessica McWilliams.


All The Wells

All the wells run deep and deathly cold beneath our feet, 

Covered with slabs of immobile concrete bound in iron. 

Locked in metaphor, the keys, the long-lost keys, patrimonially received, 

Hid in guilty ignorance until the age of accountability overtook us. 

Down our minds flailed spine first, legs and arms and head following, 

Slicing the pitch-black slimy night, reaching for finger-holds only to find 

Imagination’s realities at the bottom thrive in aqueous fear inexpiable.  

Image courtesy of Jessica McWilliams | Kirkwood Communiqué