The day job
gave me a recurring dream
on a frozen lake
circles of ice were cut
using giant hacksaw blades.
Telling them I couldn’t swim
as they smeared oil
onto my shaking body was ignored.
See them struggling
placing me under the water
chanting email addresses, they said
was akin to a religious experience.
I dropped deeper
shadows grew above me and
this went on for years.
Tom Kelly is a north-east of England writer with eleven books of poetry, short stories and a play published in as many years. His most recent poetry collection This Small Patch has been re-printed by Red Squirrel Press.