Michele Habel-Coffey: Pictures of Volcanos

volcano in the clouds

Pictures of Volcanos

By: Michele Habel-Coffey


Sorrow in a stormy soul

Volcano in the clouds

A painted woman smiling

Next to a man, erect and proud


Molten, bubbling substance

Brewing just beneath

Her dress dancing with the wooden floor

And brushing at his feet


Like lava rising, reaching

Up caverns giving way

The woman’s pallor’s reddened

At a collar that is frayed


Hiding skin like porcelain

But not the blood that flows

Daring to color neck and cheek

Where passion’s secrets show


He’s gazing down, upon her head

But her eyes are on the man

Whose lens and light have captured

Silent storms and shifting sands


I turn and face Grandmother

Who wonders what keeps me

Longer than I should have been

Bringing her the tea


“Wasn’t I a song my child?

Dressed in tattered rags?

Such a scene so long ago

Oh how their tongues did wag!”


“Did you love him?”, I ask bravely,

“The man behind the lens?”

“No matter child. No matter.

I was married; he was kin.”


We stand a moment gazing

At the image on the wall

Though the mountain never boiled

There’s still an ash that falls


It covers what surrounds her

Like islands veiled in dust

The remnants of the nether

A long since buried lust


Its many years since Grandpa’s gone

Untimely was his death

Leaving her a widow young

Some years to her last breath


But each week she keeps her visits

Sometimes she’s gone for days

She returns with pictures of the places

That keep calling her away


Mr. Jones, he takes those pictures

Camera’s always ‘round his neck

When he calls for Grandma on those days

It’s the one thing I expect


There’s no pictures though, of Mr. Jones

Only Grandma, smiling bright

With colors in her porcelain cheeks

Reflections in her sight


Of the man that captures more

Than the images in her hands

He is movement on the richter scale

He is more than just her friend


From Mr. Jones, photographer

The man ever with no name

I see sometimes it’s the imagery

Holds more value than the frame.

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