Journey to the Dark

(Soundtrack: Talk talk - "Such a shame". The Ronnettes - "Be my baby", because I still love and remember "Mean Streets". And some unacknowledged Modern Talking. I love the eighties, can't help it. Although it makes me bashful at times.) Now, this really wrote itself. For the by now (should be!) infamous Po(t)etens Oppdrag, having reached an impressive Part FOUR! Congrats to the ever so persistent moi! I got a lot of input from watching that below-mentioned horror flick "The Dark", and thus decided to use it for a bit of writing. This is based on the storyline, and should probably bear a spoiler warning - but on the other hand, you must have figured out my risky spoiler-persona by now. A bit of redeeming trauma treatment, processing shattered (hmmm, reminder!) feelings into constructive notions; as seen from the perspective of Mario Bello's character when she roams about in the sepia/green world of underwater half-reality, looking for something she doesn't quite now what is, but knows she has to find. Scary as shit, and I will never go swimming along the Welsh coast. Ever. Not even from a desolate beach somewhere pink and purple coloured. Lol. Actually, I think the otherwise Welsh based Doctor Who-team filmed that Beach scene somewhere near Dover. (Albeit they claimed they were a few miles outside Bergen.) Looks like those shores, anyway. It's beautful, but it can be a little creepy too. Especially at night. Which of course fits perfectly. I just had to write a poem! In honour of a surprisingly good thriller experience, and Maria Bello's impressive acting skills, here goes:

Po(t)etens Oppdrag, Part IV. Mission: To write a poem inspired by and concerning the film by the same name as featured in Poem Title. Also honouring main character Adelle, and her troubled relationship with daughter Sarah. Refleting the nightmare-like atmosphere at the ending of the film, as much as I can. Style/tactics: Divided into paragraphs. Third person POV. Supposedly scary. Monotonous, defintive, rhythmic, alliteration. Like an outsider commanding someone to their fate, and (consequent) demise. Want to capture the essence of the story and Adelle's (understandable) confusion.

"The Dark" - how to steal like a pro! By Scaramouche, the po(t)et, taking a break from her Norwegian...period. Eh, custom. 'Period' in the customary sense. All about how Annwyn must seem to someone who's unfamiliar with it, and who's dragged down there by mistake. Or, well, technically it was by choice. But she certainly didn't see it coming. The actual reality of what is proper Welsh mythology, that is. Go British ghost stories!

This is how I view the underworld
like through a painted veil
of dusky green

A robustness behind there lurking;
keeping up, intact, the framework
massive splintered easily to little pieces

Stripes and simple colours, change
between a limitless amount of limited
and broken, breaking patterns

Run, you children of eternity, and mingle
shattered, then rebuilt from scratch
torn apart alone, but never quite destroyed

Amongst you instruments of torture;
utilized upon another, one is never safe,
sought out swiftly, then replaced

Desoriented hunting through smoke-filled hallwayas
drifting, as though looking for somebody,
something half-way clarified

Mourning, moving, out of sight and into focus
shifting places like a sickening breeze
of craziness that can't be certified

You'll recognize the object of the search
immediately, when you spot the trail
and then for certain, it's too late to turn

The lands of living and the dead
are yours to wander now
and swear to all you'll seek on
till you're finally found

Stronger in a sense, but never
weak enough to grow from strength
As you may once, eventually,
be come to find