Jean Harrison  Poet  Novelist
  • About me
  • My poems
    • Sample 1
    • Sample 2
    • Sample 3
    • Sample A
    • Sample B
    • Sample C
    • Cinnamon Press
  • My novel
  • Other writers
    • Carole Bromley
    • Carole Coates
    • Jennifer Copley
    • Rebecca Gethin
    • Lindsay Stanberry-Flynn
    • Jean Stevens
    • Sue Vickerman
Deposits 


 I’ve ducked under dim electric bulbs,

stared through grilles into backless passages,

a long way in under the mountain.



The guide switches off the lights;

space weighs in, light as the heart of a soap-bubble,

a waterfall haunts like an unexamined god.



Pale torch-light finds a row of grinning stalactites;  

while he slips in ‘metamorphic,’ ‘quaternary,’ 

we picture floods and volcanoes; 



he names a tiny fern

lodged high up in the darkness,

enumerates species that left bones here



and I think about a Stone Age child 

awake in an echoing labyrinth

while the family breathes round her. 

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