white
light, wide
grins, haze of
dandelions
breaking through last night’s
viole(n)t thunderstorm.
once the restless skies transform,
the world is weightless and time moves
slow, symptoms of a quixotic daze
that lingers day to day. so i bask
in the sun, a lion tamed by
sweet apollo’s spell, fingers
sticky with cloistering
heat and amber sap
and berry juice;
a lotus-
eater
who,
on
to burned
flesh lathers
lotion, keeps the
delicate body
from falling apart (a
prayer to self-care). quick! back
to sweat, golden hues, a buzzing
mirage of stained-glass dragonfly wings.
but evening come, beneath honeyed air
halcyon daydreams disappear
and leave behind a whispered
wish-wish-wish to peel it
all off, shed my skin
like a cocoon
and emerge
someone
new
light, wide
grins, haze of
dandelions
breaking through last night’s
viole(n)t thunderstorm.
once the restless skies transform,
the world is weightless and time moves
slow, symptoms of a quixotic daze
that lingers day to day. so i bask
in the sun, a lion tamed by
sweet apollo’s spell, fingers
sticky with cloistering
heat and amber sap
and berry juice;
a lotus-
eater
who,
on
to burned
flesh lathers
lotion, keeps the
delicate body
from falling apart (a
prayer to self-care). quick! back
to sweat, golden hues, a buzzing
mirage of stained-glass dragonfly wings.
but evening come, beneath honeyed air
halcyon daydreams disappear
and leave behind a whispered
wish-wish-wish to peel it
all off, shed my skin
like a cocoon
and emerge
someone
new
Olga Bialasik is a Polish writer and aspiring artist living in the UK, who spends more time thinking about writing than actually doing it. She recently graduated from Bangor University with a BA in English Literature with Creative Writing. You can find her on social media @olgabialasik.