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APED: "depths"

May 11th, 2009 (04:14 pm)

There are depths beyond which even the mermaids don’t go.
The pressures are great. But also, they know,
it’s down in the great trench the kraken resides,
never rising, nor stirring. He waits. He abides.
They swim above him, and watch. They swim slow,
and look hard for movement, and watch his stilled eyes,
which, were the lids lifted slowly, would visibly glow.
They project serene calm, but that’s merely a guise,
for they fear above all: the kraken will rise.

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Posted by: Coaster (coasterchild)
Posted at: May 11th, 2009 09:32 pm (UTC)
nerdface

Fantastic. Giant scary cephalopods need more love.

Posted by: David Hines (hradzka)
Posted at: May 13th, 2009 03:51 am (UTC)

And really, who doesn't?

*wiggles tentacle*

Posted by: Swamp Adder (swamp_adder)
Posted at: May 12th, 2009 03:54 am (UTC)

I love your monster!poetry.

Posted by: David Hines (hradzka)
Posted at: May 13th, 2009 03:51 am (UTC)

Thank you! I am glad. I kind of miss the monsters; it's been a while.

Posted by: mendori (mendori)
Posted at: May 12th, 2009 09:20 am (UTC)

I sense a theme - this and the proto-gator poem - things which are old, lurking beneath.

Posted by: David Hines (hradzka)
Posted at: May 13th, 2009 03:54 am (UTC)

Yeah, I've been in kind of a Lovecraftian thing lately.

Although the gator thing is more of a country song --

...damn you. Now I'm imagining what it would be like if HPL wrote a country song.

(Bonus difficulty: as Steve Goodman and David Allan Coe have taught us, a country song is not a country song without trucks, trains, cars, Christmas, mama, dead dogs like old Shep, prison, and getting drunk.)

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