~ Copse ‘n’ Corpse (Part 7) ~ By ~ Dewin Nefol ~
Deep, dark, unsettling murk,
Gaping gaps where creatures lurked,
Small fish swished, sped and swam,
Hurried, scurried, scattered, scrammed.
Bumped, bruised, breathless, confused,
My body scratched and scraped,
Turning, twisting, without desisting,
Persisting despite my aches.
Hastening hard along the line,
When I saw a light source shine.
Twas dull at first, as if submersed,
Diffused by silt each tidal burst.
But a light is was, a beaming ray,
Through salty sea had made its way,
To shine brightly in caliginous grey:
Illume small space to survey.
Straining to see through sombre sea,
I was convinced beyond all doubt,
Bubbles flowed and quickly rose,
Rising from a thermal spout.
Not just one bubble but a stream!
A string of bubbles ascending!
Could it be oxygen being vented?
Or anoxic gas quickly lamented?
Whilst tied by cable down below,
I had no choice but to go.
Investigate pearlescent glow,
Or else forgo my life!
Closer now, said shaft of light,
Glowed at depths to my right.
Twas pale but sufficiently bright,
To guide me to the venting site.
Kicking hard ‘tween coral shards,
Through kelp and rocky reef,
I hauled down hard on seaweed stems,
Towering from way beneath.
The shaft of light now dim in glim,
Pooled on something glistening.
Mineral matter from a vent,
Scattered the floor as sediment.
Cautious, despairing, in need of airing,
Fearing hot toxic stew,
I slammed a hand into the flow,
Watched as bubbles bubbled through.
Cool to touch, no smell or scent,
I placed my mouth to the vent,
Then squatting down upon the ground,
Oxygen rich was a heady mix,
I succumbed to disorientation.
Yet held by cable, I felt enabled,
Buoyed by oxygenation.
With lungs inflated, spirit elated,
Once again pursuing the line,
To where extended it abruptly ended,
Beyond slats of shattered pine.
If not for absence of silt and debris,
Or flourishing fields of swaying kelpie,
I’d never have seen where cable led:
To a cavernous opening on seabed.
Twas entrance to a deserted mine,
Abandoned from an earlier time,
When long before sea-water tore,
Crumbled dry land upon the shore.
~ Copse ‘n’ Corpse (Part 6) precedes this post. Part 8 to follow shortly ~