Your bathwater

It isn’t simply economy

that makes your bathwater such a joy

but perhaps that I am normally

an amateur of the shower.


I find it takes the weight off me

and ripples me into strange and interesting shapes.

Sometimes a brunette sea anemone surfaces

between my pale old-chap breasts

and the islands of my knees.


My shipwrecked toes

rise like a warning

to the ghosts

of our children’s floating bath-toys.


I love to pull out the plug and feel

myself slowly flattened to the thickness

of a non-slip mat

which in our case we have not got.