La Fortuna The children of the volcano sleep Without anxiety for the imminent Announcement of their mortality. They are blissfully innocent Of the moment of their conception When moans mixed with molten thunder. We should expect nothing less From the scorched fruit of a mountain of Angry earth lurking in the backdrop Of each daily ritual practiced without remorse. There is no place to harbor fear Where the headstones are etched in the landscape. There is no refuge from a mouth That swallows the moon and regurgitates Fire at odd intervals. Those whose lives depend on the moods Of a tempermental stone dragon Do not put off the pursuit of giant blue butterflies Until the dawning of an uncertain tomorrow.
Renee Maxwell's Questions:
1. How does the reader interpret the mood of the poem? I'm afraid it seems
too ominous when it's supposed to be saying "seize the day!"
2. Is the transition between the 3rd and 4th stanzas awkward? Should I try to break up that lengthy sentence?
personal note La Fortuna is the ironic name of a little pueblo in Costa Rica nestled at the base of Volcan Arenal. My son was conceived there.
I'm new at this so I would be very grateful for feedback of any kind!