Kim Hutson - Tide

Bees swarm,
buzzing, snow in my head.
Pick me up, shake me, I look pretty
for a while. Grains settle, dust gathers,
The excitement fades to nothing.
My heart, battered over old bruises
with butterflies that now sting
where they used to tickle.
the ‘tick-tock’
of existence
trickles
down.
Hourglass,
my shoulders,
breasts and thighs,
and it has almost all gone.
Tired hands force sand upwards,
gritting up eyes, the past still passes in
torrents, through gaps between fingers.
Head pressed into an empty chest,
Searching for that distant thrum,
thrum to stroke away the insects
from my flesh and bruises
From my soul.
Wash away.
Tide out
Tide in.


April '05

Kim Hutson

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