Into the Cave
Have you ever had the mystical pleasure of entering a real cave? I remember when my grandmother took me to Howe Caverns. We went down, down, down together with the guide and the other cave-goers, in a cast iron elevator—so you could see the earth all through the descent. The chalky air and the tight space was as disconcerting as it was fascinating. The boat ride was my favorite part.
That was years before the Howe Caverns people thought up “yoga, zumba, and pilates in the caves.” (I’ll pass.) And years before you could get tickets to both the caves and The Lion King in one fell marketing swoop.
To go into a cave as the first explorer or to go in as a tourist (or a zumba participant) always takes, I believe, some kind of courage and curiosity. After all, we are leaving the open sky for the inner earth.
So I invite you to bring both—your courage and your curiosity—as we travel into the cave with poetry.
Try It: Into the Cave Poetry Prompt
Whether you’ve been to a real cave or a metaphoric one, we invite you to write about it in a poem. Maybe your poem itself can even serve as a kind of cave! What sights, sounds, smells, textures, tastes can you put in your poem to make it richer? We look forward to reading.
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