Beneath

Prompt of the Week 3 for Prompts and Reviews Group.

Buffeted by the breaths of this eternal seascape,

Roiling as it is beneath the kiss of the inexorable trade-winds,

I have lost my way.

I, the master of the depths,

To whom there is no equal,

Have allowed the abyss to drown

And asphyxiate my orientation.

I propel my greatness frontwards,

For lack of direction, merely continuing

On a post-determined course.

The trickle of light from the pin-prick sun

Steals its way from the surface to the gaping jaws

Of the deep.

I will not be consumed--I am the Lord of this domain.

To my size, my power, there is none to challenge me.

The salt-soaked immensity surrounding me reverberates

With my laugh of derision.

Of domination.

I, lost?

I cannot be lost--there is no place in these depths

That I am not at home,

In perfect control.

I, the omnipotent whale,

Shall never be lost.

Author's Note

Written for the Prompt of the Week, Week Three: Write a poem or short story/flash fiction from the point of view (POV) of a whale who has gotten lost at sea.

Reviews

[Ravyne Hawke]

As always, Ben, you write with such tenacity. Your whale is a force not to be reckoned with. Excellent job!

[Skoo.]

Wow (:
Only you can use massively complicated words and still keep the poem's flow and rhythm.
There are too many things that I love about this for me to list, and if I list a few of them the others will feel left out. So I'm just gonna say "Brilliant write, keep writing please or I'll cry." (:

[Judy Ponceby]

What an excellent voice for such an arrogant whale!! lol You did a fantastic job of this. My favorite line : The trickle of light from the pin-prick sun
Steals its way from the surface to the gaping jaws
Of the deep.

Awesome write Ben :)