Hour 8, Prompt 8
Gigan
Unfurl
the unsettling rose upward
with tumult unfolding within
pressing, pushing, unfurling
frozen potential caught swirling
amid darkness and frustration curling
a great, dark swelling of intent
mixed with cellular structure
rent asunder and over under
held against pressure of eons
as if the ground could reach into
the unsettling rising upward
with great, dark swelling of intent
in the depth of dirt and mud and crust
reaching, stretching for what it must
with melting snow giving way
to purple crocus unfurling to the sun
Super impressed how you managed to keep to the form but it didn’t seem forced or detract from the beauty and flow of your poem. You use some very beautiful images and kept my attention till the end.