The Drowning Game

Neville

The Drowning Game

 

As the river flows

She is yet again reborn

Tho her song more softly sung remains

Held fast and forever locked dear heart

In these eternal sodden chains

 

Ah’ but tis so very slow indeed

She meanders her way t’ward thee

Yet unlike any raging flood

She swells like some mere tributary

 

With many would be lovers spared

She whispers thus...

 

As this river

Aches for the sea

I too ache

For your very company

 

Release that straw you clutch she said

Drink long and then breathe deep

Ye shall not drown nor perish here

But rather gently go to sleep

Then dream an angel’s dream with me

 

With that his blouson flung and cast

Into an eddy first and last

He bowed his head

And slipped within

Ne’er to be seen alive again

 

Come morn twas often said

Another wretched drunken lover

Was claimed again last night

Who dared to sup the tears of that

Playful nymphomanic water sprite… 

 

  • Author: Neville (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 19th, 2018 00:07
  • Comment from author about the poem: sometimes it's better to let go and go with the flow, rather than be dragged under, or along kicking...
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  • User favorite of this poem: sylviasearcher.
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Comments5

  • Goldfinch60

    Those sprites can be so magnetic and uts impossible not to be attracted to them.
    Another very good write Neville.

    • Neville

      Good mane and another big thank you Goldfinch60... Neville

    • orchidee

      Bit swoony this, Neville! heehee.

      • Neville

        sounds like sea sickness go have a lay down somewhere till the feeling passes..

      • Michael Edwards

        A great first read of the day.

        • Neville

          I am made up & thank you for it...

        • sylviasearcher

          Oh I think you may have taken the vision from my eyes, the words from my lips and the 'bray' from my heart.

          Who needs Kate Chopin 🤗

          • Neville

            Hey wot a luverly thing to say.. thank you sylviasearcher

            • sylviasearcher

              You are welcome. Your poem indulged me.

            • Fay Slimm.

              Wow - what a compelling write with imagery to sigh for dear friend - - the title appealed and am pleased I caught your nymph who with poetic whispers wooed males to a watery grave........ you so easily take me along Nev with your gift for telling romantic tales. Luverly last read of my day .........x Fay

              • Neville

                well bless ya dear Fay.. I hope you had sweet dreams.... N



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