In the Bath

This poem won 2nd place in the Ballyroan Library Competition 2018.

 

In the Bath

I step in

and skin is scalded

the meniscus crawls up my face

my chest hairs are dancing reeds

my nose rests above the surface like a crocodile

silence is a muffled drum

a piano struck in a distant room

I listen to the slightest flicker of a finger

the shudder of shoulders

I run my hand across my legs and chest

touch is dulled by the water

I come back into the humid air

my eyes full

I speak and set the atoms dancing

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