BLAZON

Margo Roby has suggested we write a blazon poem and you will find the recipe at her blog.

I found that it was supposed to be about a woman’s body:  this one isn’t.  I don’t think my poem is technically a blazon – more of a riddle – but what the heck.   

 

 

Lower level miners work in sprawling tunnels
…….out of sight – a solid underpinning
emerges, surrounded by a mulch of old clothing,
…….an expansive  up-thrust of strength
swarming with life above and below the surface –
…….vital connective tissue
prepares to undertake some mammoth task,
…….to serve mankind.
Side-roads, broad at first, wave at the world,
…….narrowing as they climb the central artery.
A sweet river  defies gravity, feeds the extremities,
……from.core to pinnacle.
Many garments,  hard or feathery or leathery, cover him,
…….hide inhabitants from view.
The whole, a massive undertaking,
…….endures.