Nettle Pot - Dominika Wróblewska

Not really a report but kind of. But to add to that - we drove up to the lay-by and didn't bring any ropes! So Beth kindly went back and brought them - thank you! Going back out I died de-rigging, although it was not as bad as I thought it would be! Unfortunately there were no volunteers to attempt the watery crawly duck to enter Beza Chamber - I would like to do it sometime if anybody is up for it!

30.06.2019 NETTLE POT present: Ann, Caiti, Beth, Phil, Dominika

Sliding
Between
The ribs
Of a Giant
Rock.
Its brown teeth
Always pointing
Downwards.
They show the way
To the core.
‘If only I could see where I’m going’.
This wish is granted
If you let the rock
SWALLOW YOU
WHOLE
And SPIT YOU
Out of the tight
Crevices
And down into the
Even blacker
CHASM;
with no limitation
drilling deeper into
the ground.
There, through a small window –
into a smaller window
until the water fills a tight place,
beyond which
no one
dares
go
(at least not today)