Snapshot of Hades

The raging red range

Fire in the hills

Rolling thunder

Five pound hailstones

Smashing petunias

Mad bulls with hooked horns

Run in city streets

Warm summer nights

Turned inside out

Minotaur attacks girls

in their underwear

posed in apartment windows

Giant quakes

in the mountains of excelsior

Have we angered the gods?

Dante dances with glee

Can the poet see what he writes?

Can the painter envision hell

Bosch can

I will drag you in my direction

Mushrooms this poet mumbles

The secret is in the fungi

It is the symbol of life

A reminder that life spring from death

That fertile damp sleep

And that comes from the dark of the deep

You must pray for your soul to keep

As you rummage through Hades

For the words of this

and other poems…

Asta Dido