Who sings in the deepest water in the abandoned lagoon?*
Whose song springs from gravel graves beneath where the sand shoal looms?
Whose tune pitches and pains through the octaves of sea-worn remains?
Whose melody echoes and courses across time-spent sand grains?
This baseless lament rises from the water herself,
A plaintiff cry, a stone-sharp intake of breath,
She mourns for the memories of a time she was freed,
A Consort resplendent and clothed in moss weed.
She pines for the mangroves that once lined her shores,
The sea grass that waved as her glory roared,
Of the red throat and velvet that flashed in their fall,
As she turns she recalls the black terns that called.
She grieves for neon flashes that once filled her reef,
Brief movements inside her, the life she conceived,
Schools of silver-streaked bream and tilapia dreams,
Living jewels that adorned her in regency green.
TIL the suffocating death of the oestrogen tide swept in,
Reaping her effulgent belly and oiling her lapis-skin,
Dressed in ragged robes of plastic that drowned every and each breath,
And danced it’s slow and twisted tango to the knell of her death.
So, desolate and alone she sings still her saline-song,
With no-one to witness nor hear, but the carrion call
Of the visitor pausing to pick through waste for a bone,
Bereft and abandoned, our lagoon is alone.
“Brief: This weeks DVerse Tuesday Poetics Prompt hosted by Laura was to answer a question from one of Pablo Neruda’s “Book of Questions” I chose the line that started this verse *‘Who sings in the deepest water in the abandoned lagoon?’
“Insight; The prompt made me wonder why a lagoon would be abandoned and by whom? As a wild swimmer, I swim in our rivers, lakes and seas, I see more plastic and less life, more decompose and less compose, so the ‘saline song’ is the sadness of our seas whose life is lost to all that human-unkindness brings.