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Grotto
Shell spangled with the crusty shadow of death,
undergrowth spliced and wired to make a bower, reined in, espaliered wilderness, crown of thorns, empty chamber,
through which the wind sighs like a long withdrawing sea.
This gnomic poem is by Maura Dooley, and appears in the anthology The Poet’s Quest for God. We, the viewer, squat in the shell of the cave, having created an isolation from which we can look both inward and outward. This isn’t an incidental wilderness: it’s been ‘espaliered’, ‘spliced’, ‘wired’ – to some extent humanised. The isolation is purposeful and intentional. What is its desired effect? It is notable that the hermit, the intended occupant, is not mentioned, and we don’t get a clear sense of whether the cave is inhabited by anyone other than ourselves. The poet has set us in this closed place from which even the sea withdraws – but by omitting the hermit makes of us the anchorites, and thus a sense of community even in seeming isolation.
Image: A Grotto in the Lava, 1832 (British Library HMNTS 726.k.34)
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