Was I just spooked?

narrative verse

 

 

Was I just spooked?

 

The inner cave was vast in size

with bits of quartz that looked like eyes.

Embedded in the limestone walls.

 

The bits of light reflecting quartz

which made me feel uneasily

 that something was observing me.

 

I had not been in here before

 And do not think I will again.

 A feeling that I can’t explain.

 

I must confess I was afraid

I felt a cold hostility

 as though I was where I shouldn’t be

 

Intruding on the privacy

This made me so uncomfortable

 I left as fast as I was able.

 

When I look back I wonder why

 an empty cave should frighten me

There was nothing I could see.

 

My friends all stayed though I had fled

 explored the pot hole thoroughly

They never tire of teasing me.

 

I always go with my instinct

My subconscious knows more than me

It sees things that the eye can’t see.

 

I gave up speleology

I much prefer the open air

Where I can see all that is there.

 

 To exploring underground

Where really I have no right to be

I think I acted sensibly.

 

24/10/2009

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