|The Mystic Hole was written for
a contest. The requirement
was to write a poem about a
picture they provided.
The Mystic Hole
by Xander Riley
While strolling on the beach one day,
I came across a metal sheet.
Half-buried in the sand, it lay -
Warm to the touch from sun and heat.
Embedded with small rocks and stone,
The metal looked quite strong.
I couldn't lift it on my own,
But fought and dragged it along.
I took it to my hideaway,
A cove of rocks and caves,
And leaned it up against a block
Of stone far from the waves.
I spied a small hole in the sheet
No bigger than a dime.
And though it was no easy feat,
I scraped away the grime.
By now it was becoming night;
A chill ran through my soul
When suddenly I saw a light
Shine through the tiny hole.
The hole grew bigger as I stared,
As big as my whole hand.
Though I should be shocked and scared,
I sat down in the sand.
My eyes could not believe the view
That should have been just rock -
It took a couple minutes to
Recover from my shock.
A vast blue sea, a sunset sky,
More violet than blue;
A dolphin calmly swimming by,
A boat comes sailing through.
I waited 'til the hole had grown
As big as I was wide,
Then left this world of rock and stone
To swim - on the other side.
© Copyright 2008 Xander Riley