Gail Aldwin


Deep Water

 

I am full: bubbles of air exchanged

for flooded lungs. Sucked by

amplified sounds, bundled

like skeins

of wool.

 

I am heavy: dropping like a plumb

line. Coated with an embrace

of mercury. Colours shimmer

then blur,

extinguished.


Gone

 

I didn’t see

the metamorphosis

of child becoming adult,

although she was self-contained,

an I can do it girl.

Willowy tall, she stepped away.

Leaving me with tulip hands

clasped around my chin,

to wonder how

it happened.


Gail Aldwin has a poem included in the Beaumont Park permanent poetry trail in Huddersfield, UK. In 2016 she won first prize in the Bournemouth National Poetry Day competition with an entry titled Starlings.