How to Swim Through Mud

When you gaze
upon the velvet sheet, just think
of Dead Sea saltiness
and bodies balanced, reading;

when you squint
at brackish depths, don’t think
of kingfishers’ emerald necks,
diving slick, so slick;

when you finally dip your toe,
don’t think of wellies
squelching deep
or sucking sounds of lifting feet;

when you stretch out arms
to stroke, just think of gliding
dragonflies, elongated
skimming, skimming;

when arms and legs and hair
are caked, don’t think
of slime just slither,
slither. Chocolate silk.

[My poem following an online tutorial run by my Open University tutor].


Categories: Just Poetry

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3 replies

  1. I wish you had been my swimming instructor! 🙂

  2. Wow! That is very creative and expressive. Great writing.

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