Swimming Pool


Echoes
Whirling round my head
Rebounding through my ears
Disorienting;
Colours
Shimmering on the walls
Sparkling across the tiles
Blue and blue and blue;
Tastes
Chlorine and metal
Sharp and clean
Didactic;
This is a world of its own
Splashy
Wet
Noisy;
Then the slap and patter of feet
And showers and cubicles and draughts
And coins clanging through slots or,dropped,
Skittering on stone,to shrieks,
And towels soggy on the floor.

Dressed again, home-time,lined up:
"Can we go now, Miss?"




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