Poetry

Thursday, 19 January 2023

Vobster Quarry (for Denise)

 I'm going to Vobster Quay right now

There's no one else here, 

I think I am free

Driving down the drove

No need of a key

I'm unlocked already


I put on my gloves

I get ready to jump

But the water is black

Like an oil sump

And So I slip in so quietly


The cool takes my breath away

I am brave, I am strong I repeat

Under my breath, some place that can't be

Me

But is some how

Then so cold 

I must move

Keep moving

I get that euphoric feeling

That high

As my body adjusts

And I swim lengths like I'm an otter

all alone in this quarry

After I feel so brave and so happy

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