The tunnel stretches ahead,
Dark, dreary and damp,
It follows an upward curve,
Just like a stone ramp.
The floor is slimy and slick,
Water drips from the roof,
I try to stay controlled and calm,
To appear cool and aloof.
Something brushes my cheek,
The velvety wings of a bat,
Filling me with disgust,
It looks like a flying rat.
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Sue Vincent was a Yorkshire born writer, esoteric teacher and a Director of The Silent Eye. She was immersed in the Mysteries all her life. Sue maintained a popular blog and is co-author of The Mystical Hexagram with Dr G.M.Vasey. Sue lived in Buckinghamshire, having been stranded there due to an accident with a blindfold, a pin and a map. She had a lasting love-affair with the landscape of Albion, the hidden country of the heart. Sue passed into spirit at the end of March 2021.
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Thank you for reblogging, Michael.
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Thanks, Michael 🙂
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Thank you for sharing this poem, Sue.
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My pleasure, Robbie 🙂
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