WHY I WRITE – Michelle Bitting

WHY I WRITE ~ Michelle Bitting 

In the Mining Shaft

The ladder down is rickety
and swoons, each rung a bent bow
under heel. The air thickens;
its black dream seethes. Mansion
of many dooms, chained doors
quicken, haunted, rupture breath
as the lamp-heart flickers, a yellow bird
swaying in sync. I don’t know
what I’m looking for, only know
it is more precious
than coal or gold. Some days
I think I won’t clock out,
won’t heed the weakening canaries,
resurrect or compose myself
in that cold, dim light. I’m lost
if I am anything. Deaf
to whistles, the land-lark cry, click
of my empty lunch pail,
its skull licked clean.

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One response to “WHY I WRITE – Michelle Bitting

  1. Dreamy, surreal, and yet strangely true to life. There is a dark mansion that populates my dreams with different rooms i recognize only in the dream. Sometimes the rooms are precious, sometimes the canaries have disappeared. A lovely poem you ave here; it obviously resonates with me,

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