by Rebecca Gethin
a pulsating jig
of injelligence,
all on my own
in the waterdance
Disguised as water
I see through myself
a series of dots
connecting
suckers to brain
My arms think
for themselves,
each one choosing
a plankton
so I eat 8 times more
Three hearts
whisperbeat
my life after-egg,
so long as I don’t become
another being
Up there,
in the overwater
light heats me
dark cools me
In between
there’s a reddening
Uncertain if this is
the swallowing
till I sink
into myself
Rebecca Gethin lives on Dartmoor. In 2017 two pamphlets were published: A Sprig of Rowan by Three Drops Press and All the Time in the World by Cinnamon Press who previously published a collection and two novels. New poems appear in UK magazines and anthologies. She runs a Poetry School seminar in Plymouth. In 2018 she has a writing residency at Brisons Veor. www.rebeccagethin.wordpress.com
