~ Copse ‘n’ Corpse (Part 9) ~ By ~ Dewin Nefol ~
Freeing tight choke of binding ropes,
I brushed aside dirt and debris,
With padlock sighted, I delighted,
Reaching for Nightingale’s key.
My body shook, fingers fumbled,
Numbness harried my hand,
Slowly inserting, mechanism turning,
Box unlocked upon the sand!
But rusted, encrusted, tightly sealed,
It wouldn’t open, wouldn’t yield!
Wasted seconds for I had no time,
Intention turned to freeing my line.
Chaffed red raw, my limb rubbed sore –
By a cable firmly tied.
It wouldn’t free or let go of me,
No matter how hard I tried.
Close to frantic, in utmost panic,
My thoughts confused, unclear,
Yet amidst such churning, a quiet stirring,
My mind brought forth an idea.
Away to my right, in my sight,
Part-hidden, housed in grey,
A truck of steel, upright on wheels,
Upon tracks of iron lay.
Stumbling, staggering, I made my way,
The box clasped tight to my chest,
Now burning within, lungs starving,
But no time to pause or rest.
Beside one side of the rusting truck,
I knelt upon the floor,
What hope I had rewarded luck:
This wagon empty of mined-ore.
Pressing my weight against its side,
I pushed for all my worth,
Sliding my line beneath its wheel,
I rocked it back and forth.
Such a motion caused commotion:
The sea awash with debris.
But evidently clear as I peered,
The line was fraying nicely!
With one final heave the line broke,
My limb, my body, set free!
No longer a shroud, a thickly cloak,
I hastened to flee the sea!
Upon sand floors, through hung doors,
My legs strove to stride,
Once outside the cavernous mine,
I ascended assisted by tide.
Upwards, upwards, towards sunlight,
Swimming hard with all my might,
Breaking free, escaping dark sea,
Nevermore’s heart accompanying me.
I surfaced gasping in briny swell,
Lungs inflating, breathlessness dispelled,
Buoyant was I amidst cresting foam,
Turning, turning, yearning for home.
~ Cope ‘n’ Corpse (Part 8) precedes this post. Part 10 to follow shortly ~