Second Prize Poem

2017 Open Poetry Competition

Under Water - by Susan Rogerson - Suffolk

Your death has settled
at the bottom of my soul;
covered in a fine layer of sand.

Stray thoughts whip up grains
in peaks and troughs;
expose shining bones.

Caught in clouded currents,
I grasp dark water;
stumble over your form -

sink beside you in the sand;
cling to your lingering warmth

as sediments settle over us;
crush my lungs through your bones -
stick my skin to your soul.

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