For Nic
The Song My Bathtub Sang For Me:
Your fingertips fold time
Seep into skin dreams
Weep open salt seams
An echo –
Caught, mid sentence
Knuckles bruised on memory
I capture you. You capture me.
We breathe
Black rope, raw hope.
The curve of a mouth
Second chance offered
A risk –
We are blended and bended
In years unraveled
Shared paths traveled
I chose.
You. I chose you.
Because –
Your fingertips fold time.
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Today’s poem again inspired by ‘The Dirty Thirty Challenge’ daily prompt. Today’s prompt was a romantic love poem ending the poem with the same line you start with.
Bonus poem + mind chatter scribble inspired by the LARPing* event I took my 13year old to today:
The event was one of the fortnightly sessions run by the Southern Wilds LARP, an Adelaide based group. They have a come and try day coming up on Sunday 17th April if you are curious (it’s free). Details on their facebook group here.
I’m thinking I will join in too in future (though I can’t make the come and try day due to Manifold Portrait visit 3rd Sunday of every month).
*Live Action Role Play
creating art in the desert 