Glacial Wonders

They call them "glacial potholes".
I wonder,
why not something more majestic?
not something I giggle over
--as if we need more potholes
in Wisconsin--
but true to their ancient legacy,
from when glaciers concealed
this place, and then, further back to when thick lava
oozed to form
these warbly basalt crags
that hid beneath the sand and ice that followed.
They lay in wait until
the swirling rapids sealed their fate:
mighty burrows
cut deep
into the rocky cliffs, a marvel towering
over the river,
far more magnificent than its namesake,
far less notorious than Midwestern road work.

I wrote this poem for this week’s Wea’ve Written Weekly prompt at the Skeptic’s Kaddish. Selma is our Poet of the Week, and she asks us to write about the following:

  • Theme:Β The beauty and perpetuity of the natural world that surrounds you;
    • Think about the simplicity of a blade of grass or a flower petal, of how every detail IS a life of its own;
  • Form:Β Any form;
  • Length:Β No longer than 400 words, but not too short;
    • If you write haiku or any of the short syllabic forms, please make it a long series where we can feel your surroundings.

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