Spring Bank, Hull, Jan 2006
There, beneath the bubbles,
Lying in the womb-like warmth
By the flicker of candlelight,
I fight.
Girding up my best thoughts,
I fire out threats
And put dark whispers
To flight.
In the solitary struggle,
The gentle lift of hope,
The reassuring wink:
It’s alright.
And the bubbles dance,
Though the warmth wanes,
And the candlelight
Shines bright.