The Underworld

Nikki Ella Whitlock

Derby, United Kingdom

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Detail From- The Underworld, Hybrid work- mosaic, acrylic painting, pencil & poetry fusion, full artwork & poem on previous page & below!

Featured in ~ All things poetic, Artistic and philosophical
~Myths, Legends and Fairytales

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The Under world

A thin translucent veil amid worlds, I slip below when inquisition arises, withdraw with poise and then rage in the underworld, as if suspended under water, hearing muted voices, losing conscious definition. Various post human creature here, disjointed, disillusioned dis-eased, drumming in realms of seclusion. My starry eyes gaze out with watery disenchantment, torrents of feelings overwhelming, it ravages and rampages my body of water, fundamentals going haywire, the hurting is instant gratification. I reach a vanishing point, the unreturned embrace me and try to pull me down down to the depths, beneath, below, underworlds and low

A fluid free flowing curtain, a screen through perception, a protective bubble view, a blush of surface colour swirling to describe my mood and hue, it probes in and out like billowy ephemeral limbs.. Liquefied watery blanket to envelop, Question questions everywhere, I drown frequently in them; I refuse to swim in others trail of thought, I am far too concerned with the details down here but that’s were I find the answers drench out realism. I manoeuvre slowly trying to express this undercover guise; here I am unaided in the underground, an unconscious choice, a stance for days gone and times of yore, down down we go below through and flow

An illusion of Doldrums drift and qualm, my idea rebound in here, some gather momentum and pierce the veil with a shriek, others gently vaporise in placid steam, like far away whale song. “Can you hear me shift; can you see a vague impression of me”? So sluggish, surly, profound everything slows downwards, I undergo lumbered breath, Amniotic fluid drowning. I drift underneath, buoyant and then sink when I become heavy with misdemeanour, underwater creatures swim through me, each time taking a piece away, they have no place here, they penetrated the veil long ago, I filter them with borrowed energy, I drown them out and over throw down down they go

A skeletal veil of lucid dreaming the master of my underworld, we swim to heights beyond reason; dampen feelings wash the layers away, leave ripples for those who dare to follow. I watch as the upper world goes by, and its sharpness penetrates the veil; and the urge is there to return, but today theirs no real time only imagined, half in and half out I Exist, I cannot be moulded in the above, The underworld is fluid ever changing, and I alter shape in a moment and I’m free to swirl in creative dances, I flow, I sink I go down and down, Underneath I grow ever so slow

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