[Image from Flickr, Celeste Njoo]
[Inspired by Emancipator’s “Nevergreen”:]
Light, so sudden, cutting
through the dark. Action slow,
brain subdued to semi-consciousness
from the beating and despair.
Eyes focusing, skull in pain protesting.
A hand reaching down, a grip firm
on her arms, pulling her up and out
to the above. Uncharted skies
at the tunnel’s end, wings of her angel
seen and not in transforming steps
from shadow to light, bright yellow,
beaming down, burning hot, illuminating
their escape. Everything so white –
and red. Bare feet sticky on the slippery floor.
So cold, so naked in the air as they took their flight.
White nothing everywhere, but for
intermittent walls dripping dark.
Where? Where? Mind too slow, the hand
on her arm too firm, too tense.
The sound of water lapping –
on a shore? On a boat? Voices.
Voices now, trailing them, close.
Falling, so quickly falling
into a cloying nothingness, no breath,
no sight. Panic. And then the angel,
visible in the liquid blue, pulling
her up to oxygen. Hand over her mouth
after a single gasp, motionless but for feet
treading water as shouts came from above.
Night surrounded them, from dark to dark
delivered by her angel. Tears
of relief, chill tremors, before the swim.
[Copyright © N R Nolan 2015]