The Tunnel

Johannes T. Evans
1 min readDec 12, 2017

Written 29/09/2017.

Photo credit Lee McGrath.

In the Tintern valley,
cut into the very side of those
rolling hills,
there is a dark hole.
Neatly bordered on its rounded edges
with weathered grey bricks,
the arch beckons,
as if begging one to walk within.

I stand on the half-remembered
ghost of a railway track,
my feet upon its broad plank,
and I stare.
The sun beams greyly down,
the birds sing, the leaves dance;
Behind me, across the river, is the old church,
boarded up like an abandoned house.

A breeze whistles,
echoing down like a distant moan,
or the memory of a train whistle.
If I walked under the arch,
took steps into the dark,
the sounds ringing,
the darkness all-encompassing…

What then, in the darkness?
What then?

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Johannes T. Evans
Johannes T. Evans

Written by Johannes T. Evans

Gay trans man writing fantasy fiction, romance, and erotica. Big on LGBTQ and disability themes, plus occasional essays and analysis. He/him.

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