Sunk

Deep, deep down in the dark of drunken water,
in the swirling wine of a pirate’s last wish,
lies a treasure box lost for a thousand years.
Full of gold so soft,you can squeeze sunlight
from bubbles of rainbow coins
as they tumble droplets of pearls
into an ocean of diamonds
where emerald waves crash
on a world of shipwrecked secrets.

The sea in its salt sorrow
cries crocodile tears for
the foolishness of divers
that never resurface
and there is no map or compass
that can take you there,
only the wind whispering through the sails,
the mocking laughter of mermaids
murmuring in the deep, deep belly of a whale,
on the other side of Atlantis,
where all plank walkers finally wake.

by Aoife Mannix

For Applecart, a colloboration between Oily Cart and Apples & Snakes, commissioned by Theatre Is
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