Tag Archives: swamp

186:Bayou

photojock MF bayou

Penny’s dreadful digging expedition started here in the swamp, alligators abounding, bounding to the sound of their mistress hollering across the dark and clammy water. Strange silhouettes close in, a gruesome grove, roots and branches all bare alike and smoothly snagging. What shadows slink in the slimy water? There are things here worth fearing more than fear itself, toothy, sharp and insidious, working their way into the stagnant pools of our unawareness. Beware bewitched river sidings, where one may lose more than a sense of direction, and be plagued by fiercer biting things than gnats, grinding our will to live down into sticky, stubborn sluggishness.

© Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2016

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177: Marsh

MaryRN MF marsh

Waders and bitterns shy away into the reedy beds, and the salt water comes to mix death with life as is the case everywhere on land. What you find when you look into the sodium shallows, murky with nightmares, may challenge you, may frighten you out of your wits, but it must be faced, if you are to skirt this place and continue your journey.

For this is a betweening place, a not-sea, not-land minefield of slow rushes and long rough. A place for sinking not standing, to be passed through and never built on, unless you are a fool or a bird happy in a house made of straw. Everything here is washed away over and over, tide after tide, and the cries of migrants call harsh on the wind.

© Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2016

Photo from morguefile.com