My life revolves around backseat driving and half-hearted love letters

And that would be the start of a poem a lot better than the one you’re about to read, but the summer saps my creativity and soul, and I end up writing vapid nonsense to prompts for which I ought to be wittier. It’s kind of creepy.

Last month, The Scribblers creative writing society launched their first book of creative writing, produced in printed, ring-bound form (like any university collection) by the president and English Lit student, based on the prompt The Lake. I thought I’d shared my poem in the collection here.

Into the Lake

Churlish white-grey, wave upon wave

Above her crest and contorted shape

Laps away the life she knew,

Replaced with a deathly show.

Organs melt and boil and bubble, though

Pressure first swells her ears,

Then the petty nonsense gurgles;

Oxygen is a forgotten resource.

The mind leaves little but an inventory

Of life as she drops from sanity.

A single moss-plant by her right,

That arm in green might catch her side,

Yet, they meet and dance and part as if

The weed never existed. Refraction.

Ever-intrepid hands climb the non-existent rope,

Where safety slips, threatens, teases,

And as she downward dips, questions

Of morality flit and forget to float –

Once, perhaps, it bailed her out;

Broken, now it only descends with her,

Descends, transcends and bends the ether

‘Tween consciousness and nullity;

Turn the inner voice away, and

The outer streams far more sense to the deep.

Sight has nothing more than glass

To offer the erstwhile traveller. Glass,

The ever-distorting foe –

Who turns the knife into a rose,

The fist into a palm.

Never mind the hue of blood under her nails –

The water dyes every inch

Blue, like the plant-unlife is blue, unwanted.

One bubble, maybe two, as passing payment,

Then – nothing, and silence, sweet head, weeps.

Maudlin and black now the waves lap;

Her soul rises higher – her body fades back

To depths and the gloom beyond eyelids closed,

In the pit, that lake, morose.

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