SOC Writing _ 11.2.21

 Sea Beneath

Beneath me is a sea – waves rolling in - tides, sea birds soaring the tops of the caps – the power and the fear – the deep and the bursting land forth. Beneath me is seen. The tumult and the wreckage cast up from the deep – treasure in a box held tight inside its brokenness – requires a prising out – a breaking of the box to reveal its secrets. Beneath the sea is me – a dungeon of labyrinths – a dark and mysterious place that echo’s forth and back – eerily. My castle above the sea – shrouded by rock is the place I long to be – you can visit by boat – but you must know me well to navigate the rocky channels that would pitch you into the water. I am not looking for sightseers – for day-trippers – I am looking for kin; for my own - those with an interest in the ancestry of this place - those who know the old stories and are not surprised to find a land inhabited by friendly rabbits and freedom. Those who come light a fire in my stone room – prepare blankets to warm themselves and lots and lots of food. Good food. You are welcome when you know me – when you step with respect onto my shores – pull your boat up higher – it gets wild round here and your homeward journey will itself be wrecked. Be aware of yourself – what intentions do you bring to my rocky abode? What desires lurk in your shadows? We light the fire, eat and you will tell me now what you want – we can discus till dawn and maybe you will leave then – or – or we take the long stone stepped decent to my underworld – where dragons lay and ingots of gold reside in quiet places. Beyond the chalk marked walls there is a well deep inside me – that no one has plumbed – will you try? Will you allow me to be my full extent? And will you hold my hand firmly as we tread into my own shadows – beyond what I know of me and see what we may see?