#17 - formations of great beauty by Linda Fuller While the hygienist scraped tartar from his number two molar, Jack pictured a spelunker scrubbing bat guano from the wall of a cave. His number two molar was a stalactite, hanging tight to the ceiling of the cave. Although there was only minimal light, apparently emanating from luminescent fungi, Jack was able to see crystalline formations of great beauty. He could barely make out the drip, drip, drip of an underground spring. He felt a damp chill and reached to pull his collar closer around his neck, but encountered instead a paper bib. Jerked rudely back to his present reality, Jack opened his eyes and found that his hygienist, formerly a reasonably attractive brunette, had taken on the appearance of a blind white salamander. Jack resolved then and there to take his dental business elsewhere. 01/17/2011 Author's Note: Poem-a-Day January 2011 #17 Posted on 01/18/2011 Copyright © 2024 Linda Fuller Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Ken Harnisch on 01/18/11 at 06:01 AM LOL...a wonderful metaphor brought to a rather startling denouement...your voyage of poetry continues, Linda, and I think this is the best of the bunch, so far! Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)