Marion’s prompt: Beneath the surface
With spring flowers pushing up along the verges, it’s easy to forget how long they lay buried in darkness as bulbs. That contrast draws my attention to what remains unseen—what lies beneath, whether in the soil or within ourselves.
For this prompt, I invite you to explore the theme: Beneath the Surface.
Write in any form, but keep your poem to 20 lines or fewer.
Aftermath of the earthquake.
Beneath the rubble,
many bodies lie—
waiting to be rescued.
They save the children and the men.
The women lie there, groaning in pain,
because here, they are not permitted to touch women…
'cause they will go to hell
Who are they?
Man or monsters?
No one dares to intervene.
What constitutes sin and virtue?
Will someone explain it to me?
How long will you endure injustice?
How long will you remain passive?
How long will you suppress the fire within you?
and let it consume you whole?
The injustice has crossed all bounds.
A do-or-die situation has now arisen.
If you wish to survive, you must fight.
Erupt like a volcano;
Release all the pent-up steam buried beneath the ash.
Show the world
Who you are and what you are capable of.
Let the smouldering fire within you
Become the fuel for your freedom.
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