This is my world. Inside another.
A favourite place.
This was my third time.
For her, a first.
Earth. I'm quite fond.
Of lava, carved away,
amber and bronze.
She prods a rock with her stick.
Outside is sun. It is hot. Blue.
Down here is a constant. Warm.
Hollow and echo.
'How deep are we Mummy?'
I want to bottle IT,
whatever IT is.
Unbroken. Endless. Now.
She wonders, in awe of drops, of holes.
You hear drums and silence.
Rhythm under sole.
Resonance in soul.
She bends beneath scarred tunnel.
This is winter.
Underground. In the basement.
What I love. Where I should be.
'Mummy, I'm bored, can we go back up now?'
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