Art & Life

All The Wells

Lonely Road
Photo by Jessica McWilliams.

Poetry:

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

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