Point Nemo

And once more you descend
like captain Nemo
to the depths of the planet’s tears.
Torch in hand,
you search the silty sea floor
for any signs of life
in the bleach-white corals.

You search to the solo choir of a sperm whale
echoing through a citadel of discarded cider bottles
and cheap Poundland toys.
Undrownable pigs and sheep.

Despite your mask,
you feel a drop of moisture,
like the first rain of the monsoon,
trace your cheek.

You aren’t quite sure
where it came from.



Caspar Wort is a poet from essex. He holds a degree in English and Drama from Loughborough University where he is currently completing an MA in Creative Writing and the Writing Industries.