My volcano by Dennis Okyere Brako
Stretching
forth into the heavens
Lies the
mountain of the Vikings
Its peak
smothered with ashes of ages
Memories of
old forgone centuries
Hollowed and
untroubled are the mighty peaks
Home of bats
are its yawning caves
Overshadowed
in silence the foggy ice
Quietly
isolated and left in peace
Wherefore in
the distance billows the other
Spitting
smoke, fire and lava
Rumbling
within the never resting magma
Endlessly
smoking in awe and wonder
I looked and
behold I will be the later
Lava of
passion will I sputter
Resolutely boil
my molten magma
Spout my torch I will not mutter
