All The Way Down

This might once have started off as a hypnogogic experience.....

All The Way Down

 

Like a weighted stone

She went

All the way down

To the bottom

Of the river bed

It was there

That she settled

And eventually let go

Of her grip

There are those

Who would say

Her lover smiled

As she slipped 

Quietly away

Whereas once

They were joined at the hip

There on the silt bed

In the dapple and grey

Her voice became

Trapped in a shell

Where he would listen

To it echo

Every now and again

With a foot

Planted firmly

Each side of that

Very thin line

That lies between his

Heaven and hell

 

Author's Note

Don't try this at home folks....

Reviews

[Mrudula Rani]

Is it a nightmare or deep dark wish? In a hypnagogic experience it is hard to tell . Our subconscious holds so many secrets... some of them are astonishing, some are downright frightening.

[Neville]

You are absolutely spot on...... oh' and thank you for the analysis............Neville

[Mrudula Rani]

It's entirely my pleasure. Thank you for sharing your brilliant writing.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i really like this poem and can feel the frustration and heartbreak of the person spoken of in the poem...reminds me of the only song i ever liked by Pat Boone..."Moody River"---
j.

[Neville]

Hey.. I liked that oldie too.... Oh' and thank you so very much joseph, I do so enjoy and look forward to our little exchanges my friend... AGT's Neville

[Chris Shaw]

Wow Neville, I have read this quite a few times now. Each time I read it at first, l felt something sinister. "Her lover smiled, as she slipped away". I feel sure that this poem can be read on several levels but I keep coming back to the fact that He wanted to do her harm. And I was left with the feeling that I hoped the echoes of her would haunt. But then I read it a few more times, and I got a completely different picture, I saw someone on their death-bed slowly slipping away and He was by her bedside, comforting her, one step away from the hell of losing her and the heaven of having her still with him. Multi layered. Maybe I have been watching too many horrors on tv. Anyway I am glad that I stuck with this, because I far prefer the second interpretation which I found to be very moving. Poetry is so subjective and each reader will find something different in the lines. Anyways I enjoyed the read, several reads and your poem is well written.

[Neville]

Praise indeed, many thank you's are blown in your direction Christine and of course, you are quite write... words will regardless of who they are written by, will always be variously interpreted.... All Good Things to You & Yours.... Neville