Clown and gold
She ate lemons to prove a point.
The blast of pennies dragged her forward.
To keep fish in the sink without a heart.
The weight of light outshined itself.
Forward to the creases under the eyes:
sardine, trout, clown and gold.
Nisha Bhakoo completed a MA in Critical and Creative Writing at Sussex University in 2011, and has recently been shortlisted for Cambridge University’s Jane Martin Poetry Prize 2015