Entangled, Squamish, British Columbia, Canada

© Patrick Jennings



The Bard has told us, a web we weave –

When telling lies, the truth to grieve –

Entangling us in strands complex –

Beyond retention – our memories vex.


For all our ability – to mislead –

We pale before water’s capacity to deceive –

Its calm shimmering surface, wet –

Oft below – hides a world of threat.


Roots, weeds, and old nets there hide –

Camouflaged by the ever changing tides –

To snare us with the grip of death –

Entangled  – we can despair of breathe.


And water’s lies they stop not there –

But of its depth we must beware –

So clear, its bottom so close may seem –

Disguising metres of space between.


Like Dibley’s vicar, in a puddle to step –

Full of hidden danger – and much regret.

Our deception is a web it’s said –

But water’s tangles – can leave us dead.




3 thoughts on “Entangled

  1. This reminds me of one of my mother’s favourites (she had one for every occasion if I’ve not yet said) Oh what a tangled web we weave when we first practice to deceive. I guessed you’ve said the same thing. But more prettily. 🙂

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