Title: Corsetry
by Beth from Warwickshire | in writing, poetry, story-telling
Grey sea-light all around us
my mother at my back
and the whalebone at my heart.
She said âNow you are fourteen...â
and helped me slide it into shape,
grey sea-light all around us.
It bit my ribs, pressed them close,
speechless tongue swelled in my throat;
and the whalebone at my heart.
I'd never felt my breath so small,
the clean white bone cut all love short,
grey sea-light all around us.
âCome up on deck â he's there,â she said.
But all the air was water now
(and the whalebone at my heart).
See me swimming up the stairs
graceless in new mermaid shape â
grey sea-light all around us
and the whalebone at my heart.
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