~ Copse ‘n’ Corpse (Part 6) ~ By ~ Dewin Nefol ~
Fumbling around upon the ground,
In hope of finding Nevermore,
But only cold sea, sand and debris,
Lay upon the ocean-floor.
Pain in my chest urgently pressed,
Encouraged me to rise.
‘Stay to long,’ echoed Nightingale’s song,
‘You’ll be gone with the tide.’
‘Quickly, quickly,’ I quietly thought,
Hands busied yet finding naught,
Fretful, anxious, flurried, fraught,
Eager to find the box I sought.
With little purchase in sea-bed,
My body buoyed, elevated,
Currents coursed, quickly shifted,
So to I quickly drifted.
Pushed and pulled to-and-fro,
Caught unaware by tidal flow,
With anchorage lost: I’d let go,
Hauled away by undertow.
I tumbled, twisted, turned, spun,
All sense of direction verily undone,
Which way up, which way down,
Whirled was I around, around.
How far I travelled, how far flung?
Swiftly currents carried me on,
Faster, faster, further away: was it
Out to sea or towards the bay?
Til dragged upon a craggy reef:
Saw-tooth coral with rock beneath.
Bubbles of air escaped clenched teeth,
Breathless now I had to breathe.
I looked above towards dull glow,
Fifty feet, not far to go,
Yet something coiling down below,
Reached for me from shadow.
Harder I tried, tighter it tied,
Entwining about my limb.
I couldn’t see what held me:
Tethered unable to swim.
Desperate for air, lungs hurting,
I reached to grasp the vine-like thing,
Fingers reached, searched and found,
A tenacious tentacle holding me down.
Twas a thickly line, perhaps a cable,
Heavy-set but yet still able,
To rise and full on current’s whim,
To grab and grapple everything.
Now tautly bound around my skin,
Doubtless tightened by my struggling,
I couldn’t release its grip on me:
Escape this fate and flee.
Tiring quickly, my thinking slow,
Weakened with no oxygen flow,
With seconds passing I decided to go,
Deeper still into coral growth.
Twas where the cable must’ve led,
Secured somehow to rocky-bed,
Perhaps if I could free it there?
Free myself, surface for air.
Dismal depths where shadow loomed,
Confining spaces, constricted room,
Jagged jaws, ragged rock,
Coral snagged but I didn’t stop.
~ Copse ‘n’ Corpse (Part 5) precedes this post. Part 7 to follow shortly ~