The heat gives me a headache,
a tribute at the temple.
Or maybe it’s the thickness
of memory, swimming upstream,
struggling for the evergreen shore.
I dream of the Supermarket,
the coolness of the aisles,
the zing of adolescent skin,
the coconut cream haze,
the slow melting of potential.
a tribute at the temple.
Or maybe it’s the thickness
of memory, swimming upstream,
struggling for the evergreen shore.
I dream of the Supermarket,
the coolness of the aisles,
the zing of adolescent skin,
the coconut cream haze,
the slow melting of potential.
Marcelle Newbold loves poetry as a way of exploring inner digressions, capturing the unexceptional every day. A member of The Dipping Pool writing group, she lives in Cardiff, Wales where she trained as an architect. @marcellenewbold.