This FM was inspired by the ongoing news story concerning the eruption of the Eyjafjallajokull volcano on Iceland. It is of course a disaster for those on the island, and also those stranded in airports, and best wishes to everybody and everything involved.
The poem uses metaphor with the human head and body, and also draws on a little Norse mythology.
The poem mirrors in words per line: 6-4-4-6 (7) 6-4-4-6.
The Skull of Eyjafjallajokull
smoke fills the cold Icelandic air
ash particles create nightmare
hel’s clouds escape Eyjafjallajokull
like steam escaping a human skull
At Earth’s crater meet high and low
from rocky throat phlegms molten lava
crimson and gold saliva
risen up magma chamber
the planet’s cough brings fiery danger
I researched the poem on Wikipedia’s volcano information
A Folding Mirror photo of the Eyjafjallajokull volcano eruption (the volcano appears as a line of black amongst the white and grey mountains and sky, with reddish colours from the volcano lava mirrored with the setting sun).