Today the prompt from @GardensBritish on Twitter made me remember Emily of New Moon, from Lucy Maud Montgomery’s books. And so, the poem:
the starlight is a swimming pool
that’s all that ever matters
I bathe in mist of light
like witches of old
it’s cold and unpleasant
and in their eyes I shatter
the everyday illusion cast from ordinary moulds.
I may be naked in stars’ gaze and shiver and deny
but I am dressed in fabrics preconceived by others’ minds
and of the body, in it, still
skin prickling and unsure
I’ve never felt more like myself
in starlight swimming pool.
Day 10 of #NaPoWriMo: Starlight Is A Swimming Pool
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