Fishy Nurry

Ageless feels calmer.

He gazes up through clear water.

 It is evening. He sees Gloria flitting, and Kambel working with clay.

Sounds are muffled.

Trickle trickle. (That will be the river).

Sss-where-where-where-am-I ?? (The olive sea snake. Obviously lost).

Screech! (The masked owl again).

Fishy nurry! 

Idly, Ageless wonders:

What is fishy nurry?

......

Kambel has visualised his finished pot rather too quickly.

Gloria is not satisfied.

His visualisation lacks detail: A pot with eighteen claw marks.

It doesn't tell a story, says Gloria.

It tells the story of the pot, says Kambel.

The pot is supposed to tell the story, says Gloria.

Then I don't get it, says Kambel. I'll try Arthur's suggestion.

Which was? asks Gloria.

A poem, says Kambel. A visualisory poem.

Are you sure he said visualisory? asks Gloria.

Not now you mention it, says Kambel. It was vish-something .

Visionary! says Gloria.

Fishy nurry! filters down through the water to Ageless.

And continues: Fishynurry is when you free dumpling weed .......

Ageless drifts off and hears no more of Gloria's explanation of visionary poems being when you see something weird......

It's not a good explanation.

But it  inspires Kambel, who has seen weird things recently. And experienced sharp surgical pain.

He makes a decision.

He will give up on pottery, and work on a visionary poem.

He will call it: Weird Things That Have Happened To Me Lately.