Midnight Pearl

Floating, dreaming, waves lapping, slapping playfully on the rocks Turning over swimming gently, diving under water, sighting a delicate box Holding breath, diving deep, pushing with all my might desperate to reach the box, not could not reach it, chest too tight The sea is tidal; I work it out, that when the tide is low I’ll swim back out at lowest tide and give it another go. It’s late, the moon is shining, just enough to see I take the plunge holding my breath, and dive into the dark cool sea. I reach the box my chest is tight, I grasp and kick with all my might I reach the surface gasping; the moon now smiling down its silvery light To reach shore, shivering slightly, with apprehension and the chill To open this box so delicate, the thought gives me such a thrill. It opens so easily, I am surprised, now my thoughts are in a whirl I lift the lid, it reveals to the me what I now call the 'Midnight Pearl'. The moon glances off its pearly skin too beautiful too behold As the hand come through the water it grasps the pearl so bold. A voice whispers eerily into the night time air 'Leave the pearl now go - don’t come back you will not dare.' The moon is now mocking, the pearl gone from my grasp I see it back in its box as the hand closes down the clasp. 'You are very lucky a life is normally required to see the pearl.' Fear then engulfed me as the short story did unfurl 'The only exception to the rule is a glance under the midnight moon' On the night of the lowest tide, so I grant your life - as a boon. Mandy Tams ~GG~24/04/2012