I want to live underground (Poem-A-Day 23)

Hobbit HoleFor today’s prompt, write a location poem. Location could be physical–like the laundromat, a public park, a glacier, flying saucer, etc. Or location could be emotional, psychological, metaphysical, or some other kind of word that ends in -al. Or surprise everyone!

I want to live underground

As a small boy
I enjoyed digging holes
Seeing how deep I could go

Family road trips always stopped
At roadside crystal caverns
With cheap souvenir shops

I moved my bedroom to the basement
So much more peaceful there
Cool and dark as an eternal rainy morning

I slept underground until moving to a dorm
And after so many walk-up apartments
I desire a return to the earth

I would dig into the south side of a hill
Dirt for insulation
Grass for shingles
Still earth beneath my feet
Closer to the core

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About Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker was born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough, North Carolina where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.
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