Intelligent air breather immersed in the sea
‘My head is full of killer whales
and they are trying to get out!’ he said
face bloated
eyes popping under pressure of orcas
the mettle of deep spirit forces.
The incarnations of orca are many.
Spyhopping in cold ocean water
with warm blood and majesty
brutality cloaked by ethereal beauty,
tear-like haze covering black eyes that grapple my soul.
Showing off – porpoising in dark waters
breaching to good effect
displaying a strong, white chest like a silverback gorilla
black glossy back disappears into the depths
reappearing to display again.
I am mesmerised but not afraid.
Don’t get too close!
the force might suck you in
momentum
mass of savage flesh creating dire chasms in the water
juxtaposition of fascination and fear.
Then, hunting in pods like packs of wolves
speed, ferocity, synchronicity
wolves of the sea
following the bleating of lambs
a blanket of fear smothers my warm breath.
Conscious mind immersed in dream.
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‘Orca’ was published in the Third Eye journal (Vol 1, Ed 2, Dec 2009)
* photo by Gabrielle Bryden
August 13, 2016 at 4:34 pm
ps. that’s a humpback in the photo 😉
August 13, 2016 at 4:35 pm
nuddernote: for years I’ve had recurrent dreams about orcas
August 14, 2016 at 8:03 am
Wonder what dream interpreters would make of such dreams…I found the poem quite interesting.
August 14, 2016 at 9:58 am
I think I’ve worked it out, and strangely enough this recurring dream has come true in a round about way – not in a psychic way, but an inevitable existential way
September 5, 2016 at 9:46 am
Once passed close to a pod off Montague Island. Magnificent creatures, hanging about, waiting for a seal or two for breakfast. Had a great Fathers’ Day.
September 5, 2016 at 11:44 am
wow, I am very jealous Stafford. Glad you had a great father’s day 😀