I am full: bubbles of air exchanged
for flooded lungs. Sucked by
amplified sounds, bundled
I am heavy: dropping like a plumb
line. Coated with an embrace
of mercury. Colours shimmer
I didn’t see
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
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.