Quelling of the Orange Roughy - A Short Poetic Thriller


Chapter 1 – The Mysterious Unknown

It was a pale blue Sunday

when the walls began to tremble

and heave in and out.

The earth shuddered,

trembled convulsively

beneath a dark portentous

threat.

This Pale Blue Sunday

rendered steadily into murky yellow

until dark strands of orange

knocked at the windows –

shattering the quiet with

with crazy malevolence;

legs of oozing orange

beginning to pour down

the soft candle lit walls.

“The Orange Roughey!”

whispered the air.

Scared awake,

tumult throwing them

from sweet dreams,

Cochma and Binah

shuddered together,

embraced,

feeling the ancient

vibration

roar and tunder

above the covers.

Married for over

900 years

the couple

embraced in the dark

each resting

and finding comfort

in the knowledge

of the other.

Under the covers,

between the two,

grew a bright illumination

bonding the couple

in their mysterious,

hundreds-year-old,

embrace.

The entire

undercover cavern -

warmed by their

brilliant illumination -

returned to its former

Eden;

a radiant glow;

a secret unto itself.

Chapter 2 – Creation

With an ebb and flow

of cool, crisp attention

Cochma rocked from side to side,

from front to back,

and sometimes in jagged rotation

as he transmuted

The Orange Roughy’s

wild abrasive malevolence

into a soothing, warm undulating current.

Cochma,

in all his wisdom,

knew what he had to do.

In raw reception

Cochma began to tame

the wicked vibration that

ruptured forth

from the

Orange Roughy.

A taming flow of warm energy

filled the cavern below the covers

as he captured wave upon wave

of ragged sensation

treating each

with measured wisdom.

As they had always done -

it seemed as if forever by now -

Binah reached out in tender embrace

gathering the now ragged Cochma

in her warmth and understanding.

With adept mastery,

Cochma’s wisdom

danced lovingly with Binah’s understanding

calming the howling flow

into a warming glow.

This is how the brilliance returned

to their undercover paradise.

In the lovers’ gaze

grew the bright illumination.

Their wisdom and understanding

once again

bonding them in holy matrimony.

Chapter 3 – Daat

As couples do,

each with their own history -

entwined together with shared union –

malevolence was at once captured

then contained

birthing an illumination -

a perfectly coated tincture

worthy of creation -

and capable of saving

their small township.

No words passed that morning

between Cochma and Binah.

Only a deeply shared knowing.

Chapter 4 – In Committee

All day

malevolence battered the town.

Towns men and women

scurried from cottage to cottage

in search of safety;

but each wall shook,

the floors rocking –

sometimes tossing clay plates

from a shelf

all the way across the room;

or propelling wooden dressers,

flying across an entire undulating room.

Weary from deepening distress

the towns men and women

called for a meeting.

“The Orange Roughy

cannot be contained!”

Cried one.

“Doom has befallen us!”

wailed another.

“The end is near!”

chanted a

frightened chorus.

Enraptured in their

Illumination

Cochma and Binah

Took to the tattered alter -

Followed by an

Enterouge of

Illumination dancing

upon a warm, rounded stone.

Silence blanketed

rhe room –

a wave of awe rippled

from eyes to eyes;

from heart to heart;

and across the limbs

of the beleaguered townsfolk.