Strange Fish - by
At the beach
/ she would not splash
/ in the shallows
/ or leap
/ the rippling waves,
/ instead she sat
/ sour-faced
/ on the sand
/ and…
swimming
Aquafit - by
November Friday mornings when the weather’s
/ foul Glaswegian, see me out my bed
/ by half past nine, racing the traffic to…
Last dip of the year - by
Her body was as shy as berries when she stepped
/ as neatly as a hind out of the bush
/ she had unrobed…
Medallist - by
Triple goddess, three heroines in one / Rippling through water fluent as a selkie, / In your wake star-bubbles glitter…
Privid - by
The unreal image doubles and the steps
/ in the dense sunlight are carried by darker tones.