Entangled

© 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.

 

Padre

ENTANGLED ~ PIC AND A WORD CHALLENGE #176