Blind White Crabs
Beneath a cindered canopy
spread low on a pumiced scene
they mimic the clear night sky
a sky they've never seen
but dream of in that way
minute crustaceans dream
in air-laced pools formed long ago
by spewed out magma rivers
now frozen lava flow.
And as their dark grows ever darker
they wait in silent concentration
intent on capturing some flicker
some impulse that will push them on
lead them somewhere brighter
unaware their soft external skeleton
won't protect them, not out there
that fragile selves will perish
beyond the cold perimeter
of this desolate, blackened parish
that small albino crabs have no defence
in a world that's bright and garish.
And still they crowd, as if a sense
of something greater beckons
incites them all to dance
to forget the world of sightless ones
to leave and live for one brief moment
outside these darker zones
outside their world of frozen ferment
in some warmer, finer place
that is neither dark nor silent.
About the Creator
Elaine Ruth White
Hi. I'm a writer who believes that nothing is wasted! My words have become poems, plays, short stories and novels. My favourite themes are mental health, art and scuba diving. You can follow me on www.words-like-music, Goodreads and Amazon.
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