Light dancing off the surface,
as the others are sprinkled
beneath with blue.
Piercing through vein ridden skin -
He’d never get involved with the likes of me
because he said, my skin looks like milk.
Pops of pebble-colour rocks, with a murky
green underneath – a scum
that we still picked up and ordered, one by one by one.
And it comes and it comes when it comes
they say.
But I’m barely ready.
And now a forager on the shore
left alone with one coin. Brass (at best)
trailing behind a heaving hum of black.
I can still taste the chorine every morning -
I’ll never un-stick my mug.
All of those plans
all of those
plans.
Sarah is an artist, actress, and poet - recently published by The Bounds Green Book Writers, A Soft Landing, Last Leaves Mag, Nottingham C.A.N, Bloodmoon Poetry and Nightingale and Sparrow Magazine. Her latest Art Commission can be seen in the Resus ward, A+E Department and Chelsea and Westminster Hospital vaccination hub. Her visual poetry can also be seen in Streetcake Magazine and Nightingale and Sparrow magazine.
Website: sarahbeckmather.com
Instagram: @sarahbeckmather
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