My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #120 also linked to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Tuesday Platform
– Alessio Albi
Caught in a net of despair,
Rank water dripping from your hair
Patters like tiny fingers tapping
In the languid lake.
Feet grasped by reeds
And ponderous pondweed,
Lips tight shut against intrusive ripples
Contain your silent screaming;
Your nose still breathes
And your eyes still see
In dark dreams of drowning.
© Kim M. Russell, 2016
writing in north norfolk 
This feels so tight against my chest, drowning or not, the image of the having just the nostrils above the water seems familiar, alas.
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When I was at junior school, we used to go swimming every week at the local swimming baths. One week I got terrible cramp in my legs and nearly drowned. Luckily, we had been practising rescuing people and one of my classmates managed to pull me out.
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Woah that ending…well written
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Thank you kindly 🙂
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That picture is very chilling. I like the way you used drowning as a metaphor for dreaming.
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Thank you for reading, Kerry.
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This is chilling, absolutely terrifying. I won’t be able to get it out my mind for a while….especially the last (and title) line…
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I’m pleased with the effect. I hope it doesn’t stay with you for too long.
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This is like a nightmare. Very powerful (and scary)!
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It was vivid for me; I have something of a drowning phobia. It’s both beautifully and powerfully written.
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Thank you, Rosemary.
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The vivid dreams of drowning or falling seem so real…and we wake up remembering them. Well written, and I’ve heard it is like dreaming and there is a letting go, but I don’t want to find out. Scary moment for you when young.
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Thank you, Kathy.
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So powerfully written Kim..very well done..
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Thank you, Michael.
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