The UNDERWOOD (Page 5)
The UNDERWOOD Page 5 (A poem within a poem)
Message in a bottle
A poem within a poem, is written.
Which in ‘Underwood’, is strictly most forbidden
And yet,… One washes up upon the shore
Opening up ethereal worlds, though yet another door
Within this glass bottle, flung in the sea afar
lay more arcane mysteries, this door in now ajar
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We watched the shaman’s movements, as he danced upon the shore
He seemed to all familiar, like we’d met this man before
The winds began to howl, like a banshee deep in pain
As the salty misty spray, soaked his jet black mane
We sensed uneasy anger, deep from the oceans floor
That streaked for the horizon, thru parting clouds we saw, the portal of a door
Then leaping upwards from the waves, in a brilliant silver flash
We witnessed ten thousand souls, bursting though the surface, begin to quickly dash.
Leaving far behind them, the sadness, madness, of this their old, old world
Escaping this, their abyss, that into they’d been hurled
The dark clouds that had gathered, begin swiftly to depart
As an intense golden warming glow, we all feel begin to start
Flooding in an arc, a rainbow coloured hue, horizon to horizon mantling the sea
Wind and waves abating, the shaman all then watch, turning ever slowly
a changeling, that is me!
The ocean seeped away as it began to part, slowly it revealed beneath the now emerald green and verdant grass. We recommenced our journey, leaving the lush clearing behind us, walking the path back into the wood.