Throwback Friday, Beyond the Trapdoor, by Ivor Steven

 Below is the 2nd poem that I had published  in the Geelong Writers General Anthology, 2018, and one that I have recently added to my upcoming book of poetry due to be published in March.


Beyond the Trapdoor

I’ve been there so often

I’ve lost my fear, gone, forgotten

The darkest abyss

Under a cobble-stoned crest

Opening into a gloomy manhole

Trapdoor to the soul

Below the floor

My elbows do score

Over dried out soil

Beneath sticky cobweb curtains

Fingernails claw my way

Toes pushing against crumbled clay

No space, dusty tears

No air, dirt I chew

Shouldering under bearers

Squeezing, I burst through

I’m here, there’s a job to do

I begin searching for you




Ivor Steven (c) 2018

G’day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I’m an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer. I’ve been blogging for over 2 years, and writing poems for 19 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I’ve been blogging my writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems. View all posts by ivor20 

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