Day 10 of #NaPoWriMo: Starlight Is A Swimming Pool

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.