Editing “A History”

A History

The smallest parts form into a world
larger than we can begin to imagine.
Continents fold in a concertina pattern
back on themselves forming bridges
as they crash into walls.
Then stretch out on toes so the seas
can creep back into place, filling the gaps.
The quilt of lava cools fast creating
a knife of volcanic obsidian
helping to cut through the future.
A parochial past snags onto rotten fences,
built around newly established people
working with fire and water,
as earth and air lay forgotten
and the spirit is barely remembered.

The three random words that inspired this poem were “concertina, obsidian, parochial”. The edits on this were really just making is sound more poetic and neatening up the structure. Quite a few changes here but the meaning is still just the same.

Original Version

The smallest parts form into
a world larger than we can
begin to imagine.
Continents fold in a concertina
pattern back on themselves
founding bridges
as they crash into walls.
Then stretch out on toes
so the seas can creep back
into place, filling the gaps.
The quilt of lava cools fast creating
a knife of volcanic obsidian
handed down from one to the next,
helping to cut through the future.
A parochial past snags onto wire fences
built around newly emerged people
working with fire and water
as earth and air lay forgotten
and the spirit is barely remembered.

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