Readers' Poems
Content Warning: dark themes
Rachel Deering – The Biology of Caves
Pale troglobites have no need
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for colour or shadow,
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blind cave fish have abandoned their eyes
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over aeons, attuned only to the messages
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of movement murmured in subterranean lakes.
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Some are white angels who can climb the fury
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of a waterfall, others are transparent enough
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to reveal the adaptations of their biology -
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as I imagine the dull pulse of my own heart,
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visible and palpable from behind my ribs.
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I have changed too in undisturbed survival
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when anchored to the long wait of sunless pauses,
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and I have sensed the body of a past self
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in the night beside me, felt the density
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of its existence: awake, the cut quickens
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in the moment of an empty reach, as in caves,
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where, tested by the tentative legs of isopods,
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the stone remembers the wounds
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that water has sliced in slow rivulets.
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Yet there are long-departed starlit memories
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tunnelled within me, that seek retrieval
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from their interment because even when there is no light,
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I remind myself, neither to make a friend
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nor an enemy of the darkness.