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.
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.