This poem reminds me of my 15 month old nephew’s bath time antics. He also has bath sharks, but they are more often inside the ship that sails in his bath than swimming beneath it. Also, he bites them rather than the other way around. We’ll address those inaccuracies when he’s old enough to reason with.
I wonder what it feels like to be drowned – Robert Graves
Look at my knees,
That island rising from the steamy seas!
The candle’s a tall lightship; my two hands
Are boats and barges anchored to the sands,
With mighty cliffs all round;
They’re full of wine and riches from far lands….
I wonder what it feels like to be drowned?
I can make caves,
By lifting up the island and huge waves
And storms, and then with head and ears well under
Blow bubbles with a monstrous roar like thunder,
A bull-of-Bashan sound.
The seas run high and the boats split asunder….
I wonder what it feels like to be drowned?
The thin soap slips
And slithers like a shark under the ships.
My toes are on the soap-dish—that’s the effect
Of my huge storms; an iron steamer’s wrecked.
The soap slides round and round;
He’s biting the old sailors, I expect….
I wonder what it feels like to be drowned?
