The Netherworld
Neither completely lost Nor Found
Idea,
Come back to me
Why did you leave?
I just had you
And now you’ve sunk into
My Netherworld
___
The dark, deep and grey
Solitary space
My marbles are confined to
___
I wonder
When my Dr. will tell me
That Alzheimer’s
Is around the corner
I don’t want to think about it
And so the thought
Sinks into
My Netherworld
___
To retrieve a marble
Is very rare indeed
And you least expect it
After it is written down
To sink into
The Netherworld
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Author Notes:
In 2012, back when I was a student in University, I produced a series of composite images for an assignment in my “Reconfigured Image” photography class. The resulting collection is an experiment that explores sentimental storytelling. Unified by their mysterious nature and solemn charm, each image in the series contains one photograph that I took, layered with one or more photographs that I found for free whist browsing the internet. The cover photo I chose for this Poem is one of 9 in the series titled, “Darkish Dreams.” The photograph I produced for this image was of the spider. It was hanging around the exterior of my Aunt’s house one day.
About the Creator
Allie Bickerton
She / Her - Canada
I spent most of my life immersed in visual arts and I neglected my literacy.
Nurturing harboured emotions and poetic thoughts I’ve stashed within.
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Comments (3)
I love this! You really captured where those lost thoughts go, along with one of my biggest fears.
Wonderful read. Really enjoyed it!
This was awesome and incredibly relatable. I love the backstory and that image is the perfect match. Clever stuff, Allie! You have a new subscriber!