Rather then fearing the great white shark,
The Plar appreciates the serenity of this underwater lark.
Silver airy-fabrics swish and swirl,
Along the ocean tide while particles float and whirl.
As the Plar peers through the misty gaze,
It sees shadowy shapes blend into the crystal caves.
Everything is coated by a shimmering wet light,
The Plar reveals a torch to help its sight.
The atmosphere thickens as the Plar descends slowly,
Into the depths of the deep it drifts almost blindly.
The Plar sinks deeper discovering a lost world,
Through black and darkness the mystery unfolds.
In the black abyss the Plar cannot resist,
It pokes and prodes a translucent jellyfish.
This is just a short poem sharing the playful nature of my little Plar characters as it dives deep into the mysterious dark depths of the ocean. It doesn’t feel fear, it feels excitment. To see some artwork of my Plars please click the links below. Thanks for looking!