Iceberg Tale

an interlude from
“< > | detachment, projection and imaginary”


Iceberg Tale

Drifting on the deep-blue sea,
there is a beautiful protrusion,
frostily white.

Quiet and gently,
I approach her on my little orange boat.
I invite her for a walk.
And so we float,
aimlessly, on a slow dance.

Little by little, we get in the mood.
Below the bright yellow sun, we lay down on our back.
Laughing, shouting and kicking in the air.

We just stay there, for countless hours.
Distracted by the singing of the purplish-blue birds,
I had not realized that I no longer heard
her giggles anymore.

Now I lay on my side and take a look at her.
She is only a smooth and thin layer of ice.
I put my ear against her flat belly and ear little crackles.
I’m afraid she might shatter to pieces.

I throw away all my clothes and put on
my red swimming glasses only.
I dive into the frozen sea
without making a single sound.

Down there I look for my lover, but I’m surprised.
Down here, she is a creature of monstrous dimensions.

I swim towards her, and hug her.
But only by touching my teeth froze.
In fact, everything here lost its charm.
Even my heart turned blue.

My skin starts whitening and loosing colour.
My limbs start to stretch swell and stiffen.
I am myself becoming a monster.

I struggle to stay awake.
I think on the first day I saw her.
I remember my boat, the sun, the birds…
It frightens me the simple idea of not
being able to listen to those birds again…
I have to go back, I have to go back!

Like an abrupt thunder, I let loose of her
and I try to swim as fast I can towards the surface.

However, the mutations of my body speed up exponentially.
Everything gets big and twisted very fast.
One foot merges into the shoulder blade,
a hand into the other knee,
and thus progressively.

When I finally have one hand out of water
everything suddenly freezes.
And I can no longer move myself…

Drifting on the deep-blue sea,
I’m only a beautiful protrusion,
frostily white.

(This story is part of the work “< > | detachment, projection and imaginary”)
Copyright © 2015 Omar Costa Hamido