Under The White Foam Poem by Jacqui Thewless

Under the white foam,

the child I am
is restless, until

an almost dissident knee
emerges from washing.

The pink knee has slowly
slid over the water's horizon,

thanks to my hidden heel,
pressing on metal with a cunning purpose:

a soap-scented bluff,
rising like an unconquered island hill.

I walk two of my proud red fingers on it
as if the flesh belongs to me.



(C) Jacqui Thewless March 22nd,2013