In the cradle of time
titans once trapped
beneath a patina of
stagnant verdigris,
make salient moves
to break the chains
of confinement.

Whispers of their birth
become mighty roars
as the planet's crust
erupts in fiery fury
and spits out these
small moons through
its bleeding portals,
to circle for eternity
an inhospitable
lifeless globe

in space.


Patsy said...

That sounds a bit sinister - hope Earth isn't the globe that's going to be circled!

Grace said...

Have just managed to sort out the 'Post Reply' section, Patsy. The Blog set up has been changed by the owners and I have been chasing around trying to catch up with myself! This was written to a ten word challenge.