#WritcoPoemPrompt62
A quiet deep swimming pool,
Bats sweeping down like a steel-scythe,
To drink blue water in the pool,
Dash! calm and still afresh to writhe,
Nonetheless of the eerie hours of darkness,
I washed my hands and make up my mind,
For a deep plunge in the pool amidst the depths of the silence,
Unwelcomed was...