THE GEM 6 FEB 2017 : Take me where the fishes swim and shimmer in and out of vision | THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY

LUCY HOLT

Noon Swim extract

At the river’s swollen joint we dived in,

suddenly light and jointless

as our six feet mixed the warmed crust of water

with the icy below.

The frangipani I had tucked behind my ear

was presumed drowned until it resurfaced between us

as a beautiful relic.

Matchstick-sized

skinks darted at our every scream as if

powered by sound.

http://redroomcompany.org/poem/lucy-k-holt/noon-swim/

Source: Take me where the fishes swim and shimmer in and out of vision | THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY

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