Doing battle in the bath

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.