POEM: Below the Stone Dome Posted on May 19, 2021 by B Gourley The stone dome bubbled from the jungle stands stern like a knob of nothing. The green growth that girds that whole hump is living, like some hallowed habitat -- filled full of all forms of flora, with big bugs, and all the creepy creatures. Share on Facebook, Twitter, Email, etc. Click to print (Opens in new window) Print Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp MoreShare on TumblrTweet Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading... Related