by Zoe Davis

 

I watch as they throw babies

Into swimming pools on Facebook reels

How quickly they turn

And bob

Cork bodies

Buoyant youth determined

Bald-pated grizzle

It’s for their own good

That they learn

To float

To stargaze

The sky is just a different mobile

Placid water cot

Love has built walls around

They giggle

Swim back to the arms

That threw them in.

 

 

 

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Zoe Davis is an emerging writer from Sheffield, England. A quality engineer in advanced manufacturing by day, she spends her evenings and weekends writing poetry and prose, and especially enjoys exploring the interaction between the fantastical and the mundane, with a deeply personal edge to her work. You can find her words both published and forthcoming in publications such as: Acropolis Journal, Strix, Illumen Magazine, Full House Literary and Broken Antler. You can also follow her on X @MeanerHarker where she’s always happy to have a virtual coffee and a chat.