From the Floating World

Face down in a puddle,
hair Ophelia-spread,
my head bears a rainbow halo.

Scum sticks to my cheek
and the world distorts
as I turn to eye the sky.

Grey clouds shift,
scudding past at speed –
a pirate fleet sailing past my waiting arms.

Carole Houlston

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