Michelle Freeman

Rookie - 6 Points (18 May 1978 / Barbados)

Glass - Poem by Michelle Freeman

I walk through the strangest glass
I walk through and it doesn’t cut me.
Clear, transparent glass
So blue, so green, so clear
I fall causing shatters, splinters
I fall breaking the surface
Scattering pieces
I fall and it doesn’t cut me.

I swim through broken glass:
Butterfly; breaststroke
I swim through and it doesn’t cut me
I emerge from the strangest glass
I emerge without a cut on my body.

I dress and turn
I dress and watch the glass become whole again.
No more slivers
No more splinters
Just glass – plain still glass
I walked away from the strangest glass
I swam in it and it didn’t cut me.

Saturday,5th March 2005

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 8, 2010

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